We’re having a nice time at the party, but I’m getting tired and irritated. Sir asks me a few questions, and I can feel myself get snippy. I try to stop and bring the respectful tone back. Respect isn’t just expected in our dynamic, it is required. It is part of my obligations and I have willingly agreed to them. It is also earned. Sir is good to me and worthy of my respect. But sometimes my attitude gets away from me. Next thing I know, He is telling me that we’ll be staying another hour or two. I lose it and respond with a snarky comment. He gives me a look and I know it’s my chance to correct my tone but I just can’t. I keep going. Now I’m swearing and making it clear that I’m tired of being there. His voice drops an octave, into that no-nonsense tone and I know He means business. “I’ve heard enough. I have made myself very clear. It’s 8:00. We will be leaving at 9:30. I don’t want to hear another word about it. You will present a smile and a good attitude until 9:30. End of discussion.” He walks away calmly and I know I’m in for it.

I do my best to display a good attitude for the next hour and a half. My little black dress is tight and my heels are so high that my calves ache. I know I look hot in this outfit, but I’m tired of wearing it. It’s a struggle to continue smiling and chatting, but I don’t need to be in any more trouble than I already am. I start getting nervous as 9:30 approaches. 9:30 comes and goes. I know better than to say anything. But then 9:32… He wraps up the conversation and heads my way. “That’s a good girl keeping a nice attitude like I told you. We’re leaving now.” He walks towards the door and I know to follow behind him. He opens my door for me and we begin the drive home. He remains quiet and my mind is spinning… wondering what sort of discipline I have coming my way. Deep down, I know I deserve it. I have freely agreed to be respectful and I acknowledge I deserve it. I am starting to feel guilty and I know the punishment will alleviate the guilt.

We pull up to the house and he opens my door for me. I follow him inside. As soon as the door closes, he turns to face me. “Kneel.” I do so without hesitation. “You were a bad girl this evening. You have agreed to give me respect at all times. You did not follow your agreement. Since you are struggling to speak with respect, you will not be speaking for the remainder of the evening.” I nod and keep my eyes down. I hear him take off his belt and a thrill of excitement mixed with nerves runs through me. I hear his zipper next and I feel the tip of his cock at my lips. I rush to suck it down as deep as I can - hoping that some obedience here might lessen my punishment. He shoves down deep, over and over again. I gag and sputter. He mumbles a “good girl” each time. Eventually he withdraws and tells me to stand. He walks down the hall and down the stairs. I follow him down to our sex room without a word. I know I’m not to enter the room with more than a thong and bra, so I strip off my dress at the doorway.

Once inside, he makes quick work of tying my wrists to the ceiling hook. He slides a blindfold over my eyes and a ball gag into my mouth. Then he begins. He starts with a flogger. Sensual warm up strokes. “You’re a good slut most of the time, but your attitude tonight was unacceptable. I will punish you for it and then you will apologize on your knees. After that, you’ll be a good girl again.” I immediately feel a sharp sting and I know the wooden paddle is out. It’s small enough to leave a sharp sting but big enough to cover much of my ass. The blows come hard and fast. I can’t catch my breath and the pain builds. It’s not long before I’m incredibly remorseful and on the verge of tears. The blows pause and he strokes my ass. It’s tender and sensitive. I think he’s done but then the strokes start back up, harder this time. It doesn’t take long for the tears to come. I stop struggling against my ropes. I stop trying to wiggle away from the pain. I accept the discipline. I suspect he can sense it, because he gives me exactly 20 more after that and then he stops. He unties my wrists and tells me to kneel. “You’ve taken your punishment like a good girl. Now you need to apologize.”

He removes my ball gag and quickly replaces it with his cock. He’s rock hard and not holding back. He shoves it down deep, over and over. He always tells me I’m a good girl when I sputter and gag, but he doesn’t let up. My ass is on fire and my jaw is sore. But just when I start to wonder how much more I can take, he grabs the back of my head and shoves me down onto his cock. He starts to cum, shooting deep down my throat. After he’s done, he pulls out and tells me to swallow. I show him my empty mouth as he likes to see. “That’s a good girl. What a good slut. All is forgiven. Let’s take a shower.”