My bottom smarts too...

The lovely Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts has very kindly added a link to my humble blog on her own, so I would like to extend a warm welcome to any new readers and invite you to make yourselves at home, browse my scribblings, and be as naughty as you please in the comments! (If it helps, imagine your hostess dressed as a French maid, curtseying deeply...)

(What a wicked little tease... showing off her stockings and knickers like that... and the little hussy even has the audacity to peek back over her shoulder to see your reaction. She needs a good talking-to, and a lot more besides!)

Anyway, as a little welcoming gift – and to prove that I'm not all about school roleplay – here's an extract from a story I'm working on at the moment. I hope it titillates x

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Sabine is my slave. She’s a pretty little thing, a lovely pet; delightfully feminine and very submissive. But not, I’m sorry to say, always obedient. Barely a day goes by, in fact, when I don’t have to punish her for some instance of misbehaviour. “Oh, but Mistress! I’m sorry!” she invariably cries as she is put into position for a thrashing. I was treated to exactly that performance this very morning, as I put her across my knee for a good spanking. Of course, I simply answered her mewling with “It’s too late for sorry, my girl!”, moments before yanking her knickers down and roasting her naughty bottom with my favourite hairbrush.

My pet is of course collared; I like to walk her round my house and grounds on the end of a leash. I find that this greatly reinforces her sense of submission and helps tame any wilfulness that may be building up within her.

And I like to fuck her. I have a number of strap-ons, all of which my slave has worshipped with her tongue and all of which she has felt inside her.

I always fuck Sabine in the ass. She wails and cries every time but I know she loves it really, the filthy little bitch. She really is the most perverted slut. So perverted that sometimes I think she misbehaves and makes a fuss just so she can be punished.

She was certainly disobedient when I fucked her the night before last. It had perhaps been a mistake to put her into a pretty floral dress that morning; such an adult outfit is always likely to give her ideas above her station. Whatever the reason, she showed the most outrageous hesitation at my command to bare her bottom for my attentions. I had no choice but to take the crop to her: such wilfulness cannot go unpunished, and a sound thrashing always proves an excellent corrective. The little madam’s attitude certainly improved when I put her over the punishment stool and gave her a brisk fifty to her seat with the crop.

After she had done crying and begging for forgiveness I gave her permission to worship my feet. Sabine loves few things more than grovelling at my feet, kissing and caressing my long leather boots. She has spent many evenings doing just that, naked and tethered, whilst I recline in my favourite armchair in front of the fire. I never tire of hearing her little moans of pleasure as she strokes, kisses and licks, nor the little gasp she makes when I tug on her leash to bring her up to my knee. For, on occasions when she has been an especially good little slave, I let her worship me between my legs.

I allowed Sabine to kiss my boots, whilst I ran the tip of the crop over her sore bottom, for perhaps a quarter of an hour. Then that pretty dress came up and those tight little knickers came down and my little plaything assumed her proper position, head down, bottom up, ready for my cock.