Being a brat and getting rightly punished for it

So on my Master’s last visit, I acted out a little.  In a way I was exercising Him; I was pushing Him, to see whether he would punish me or not.  And He did.  And as I write this, I can’t help but smile.

We were in the shower, not doing anything nasty, just relaxing after a session I think.  I stayed in after He had gotten out, and as He was drying himself I started to go into baby-girl mode.  Sweet, adorable, and increasingly cheeky.  I started to splash water over the top over the shower at him.

He warned me not to, but I kept at it.  I wanted to test just how much I could get away with it.  I didn’t get away with it.  He threatened to throw my towel in with me but I ignored him.  He insisted he was serious by putting my towel on top of the shower screen but I threw it back over and splashed him a little more.

It was after this that He punished me.  He opened the screen door and threw the towel at my feet, under the water.  To be honest I was surprised.  But I was very glad that He had kept to His threat.

He stood there for a moment, watching me watch my towel soak through, then turned around and walked away.  I turned the water off and began to ring the towel out a bit so that I could hang it up.  I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to do.  He came back in a little while later and I instantly went and sat in front of where he stood.  He made me apologise, and then gave me his towel.

I dried up and then went out to where he sat and he let me curl up beside him.  All was forgiven and I discovered a new part of my Dom.

(Apparently he had been a little guilty to begin with, but his sadistic side won out ;) )

Good luck with exams and what not peeps,

Only His.

***Excuse any mistakes, wrote this when I was well exhausted***

One year anniversary and a little present from pet.

Started writing this a few months ago but never got around to finishing and publishing!!

Just to catch everyone up on recent events, I have now moved out of home and am living three hours away from family, friends and my Master.  Which means that he and I don't get to play as often as we used to, but our visit are much more full-on, making up for lost time.

So recently, my Master and I celebrated our one year anniversary as a couple. He and a few of our friends came to visit.  He came up a few days before them for some playtime and i decided it would be more appropriate to give him his present then then when everyone was around.  And besides, this gave us time to play with it.

We got home and had passionate sex as you could expect then I fetched our new toy, a gorgeous black riding crop, from an actual horse supply store.

He loved it and so did i, and we excitedly tried it out.  Boy was it great!

The bite was incredible, the heat was only just bearable, and the sting ache that remained long after contact?  Beautiful. 

Oh and the welts that it leaves are absolutely remarkable.  Gorgeous red raised welts that stay for days.  I love the reminder I get whenever I sit, or brush my hand over them, or see them.

He loves the way my body tenses before he brings it down on my arse or my back.  He loves the way I react, how I jump, how I flinch when I move, how my back arcs. 

I hate the anticipation, but in a strange way, it also makes me smile.  

I love hearing it whistle back through the air towards my soft ass, waiting patiently for the strike.  I love the sting.  I love that when I cant take any more, and I crawl away, or pull my legs up into the fetal position, the welts stretch and burn even worse.

I love that if I chicken out or if it gets too much for me, that He puts his arms around me.  He sets the crop aside and He comforts me.  He knows me, He knows my limits and my pain threshold.  And He loves me.

***Sorry that I haven’t been updating lately, everything has just been a little bit hectic.  Exams are coming up, but after that,  im a free woman (in one sense at least).  Hoping to post something soon about being a brat of a babygirl to Daddy***

Ta guys, stay safe.

His, always.