Being tired is no excuse

Last week on Saturday evening, I fell asleep on the couch early in the evening. Well, early for me that is. It was about 1.30am when my Husband woke me and we went to bed. He had been watching an interesting program on television and did not mind me sleeping on the couch. When I came back into the bedroom from the bathroom, I was fully prepared to fulfill my daily tasks. I was surprised when I did not see my collar on the bed. I looked at Him questioningly and He explained that He wants me to get my rest. I felt a bit of disappointment, but gratitude too, because really, I was tired. I thanked Him for just letting me go to bed.

Then came last night. I was busy on the laptop until quite late while Hubby was watching a documentary on television. I lay down on the couch, watching it with Him, but I fell asleep. Maybe only for about half an hour, but I slept quite deep. He woke me to go upstairs. This time when I was in the bathroom I hoped that He would let me go to bed. I really wanted to continue sleeping. My disappointment must have shown when I walked into the bedroom. On the bed was my collar, the flogger and the Japanese clover clamps. I dragged my feet – not literally – to go and stand in front of Him.

“You look disappointed luv,” He said. I only nodded.
“Being tired is no excuse for not performing your tasks,” He said. From lessons learnt I knew better than to remind Him that he let me go to bed a week ago when I was tired too. At the same time I was surprised at myself being disappointed again, but now for a different reason than last week. I turned around and let Him put the collar on me. Next He cuffed my wrists and clipped the leather wrists together in front of me. The clover clamps were put on my nipples. They hurt so much!

The flogger hurt even more. One blow after the other landed on my ass cheeks. The strings on the flogger curled around my ass and touched my outer thigh. That burnt. It burnt more the second time when it happened. Even more so the third time. By the fourth time I told Hubby that it hurts on my thigh. He said nothing. The flogger continued its stinging. Tears welled up in my eyes. My ass cheeks were burning all over when He stopped. He stood very close behind me. I could feel his body pressing into mine. I could feel his hard member pressing against my buttocks. I heard his breath and then his voice.

“What are you?” He asked.
“A slut,” I said.
“What slut?”
“A horny slut,” I answered.
“A very horny slut,” He said, “MY horny slut.”

I felt His cool hand there where it still burned. The coolness did not last for long. He spanked me – right there where my ass cheeks were still red from the flogging.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

By the time that He stopped I felt the tears running over my cheek. And I felt this incredible urge to be held by Him. He came to stand in front of me. He removed the clamps without ceremony. I just hate it when the clamps are removed. That hurt even more than when He puts them on my nipples. More tears. I kept my head down. I was ashamed of my tears and did not want Him to see them. My leather handcuffs were removed too. He stood behind me again and removed my collar.

“Turn around,” he said. I did, keeping my head down, still not wanting Him to see my tears.
He put His finger under my chin and gently lifted my head so I could face him.
“I love your tears,” He said kindly as He rubbed some tears off my cheeks.
“You do understand that I am the one deciding what happens, don’t you?” I nodded.
“If I want to use your body, I will. You being tired is no reason for me not to continue with what I want. Do you understand that?” I nodded again.
“You are mine. You’ve given yourself to me. I own you. You want that too.”
All I could do was nod again – I did not trust my voice.
“You may now go to bed. Nothing more will happen tonight.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I managed to say.
“But you do understand that there will come a time where I will not be so kind; where I will expect you to offer me your mouth, you cunt. No matter how tired you are.”
I nodded again. He hugged me tight and said: “I love you, my little sub.”

(written on 14.05.2011)

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