I’m getting ready for work and I realize I’m running late. I’m wearing a tight black pencil skirt that’s cut just above my knees. I have a white blouse on with a black push-up bra beneath it. I have it buttoned enough to be appropriate for work, but I do like to show a little cleavage. I have just put the finishing touches on my hair and makeup and slipped into my 4 inch black pumps. Then he walks in the door. I hear his voice rumble before I even see him. “You look hot. Bend over. I want your ass.”

I reply without thinking… “Can’t! I’m late!” I hear him start to pull off his belt and I realize what I’ve done. The cornerstone of our agreement is that I am his submissive. I am to serve him in any way at any time. This includes being available for sex of any kind the moment he demands it. His voice has that serious tone as he says slowly “Bend. Over.”

I do as I’m told and he lifts my skirt. He pulls down my black lace panties. And then I hear the whistle that I dread. He swings the belt and it lands with a hard ‘thwack’ at the top of my ass. White hot pain shoots across my ass. I barely have time to catch my breath before he lands another hard hit, directly below the first. He continues until he’s laid a perfect stripe from the top of my ass to the bottom, and even across the top of my thighs. Every inch of my ass is stinging now. He pauses and I’m certain he’s done. I’m wrong. He starts over at the top. These hits hurt so much worse because they’re directly on top of the first round. I’m holding back tears by the end, thinking of how much better it would’ve been to take an ass fucking instead of a hard belting. After the second round, he steps back. “Well I guess you’d better be going. Get to work.” I pull up my panties and wince. The lace is rubbing my sore ass, but I pull my skirt down and rush out the door. I’m very sore but thankful to have my punishment over with.

The rest of the day is difficult. Sitting in my office chair forces my lace panties to rub on my very sore ass. Every moment shoots new bolts of pain across my sore skin. I spend all day thinking of my sore ass and how much better an ass fucking would’ve been. I wince every time I shift in my chair. Finally the day ends and I can head home. I’m still sore but glad to have my punishment behind me.

The evening begins as usual. After we clean up from dinner, he steps behind me in the kitchen. “Bend over.” I’m not sure what to expect but I do as I’m told. He raises my skirt again and pulls down my panties. The next thing I know I’m stunned by a hard smack. I realize he’s grabbed a wooden spoon. He’s raining smacks down hard on my already red and sore ass. I’m almost crying before he lets up. He takes me to the corner. I’m still wearing my heels. My lace panties are around my knees, my skirt is bunched by my waist, and my red ass is on display. I’m want to rub it so badly but I know better. I hear him sit on the sofa and then he begins to speak.

“You have agreed to be available for use in any way and at any time. You have failed to meet your agreement today. You will be punished. You will be on ‘anal only’ for the next week. I’ve set the timer for 10 minutes. When it goes off, report to the sex room to begin night 1.”

… to be continued