What Happens In Vegas (Part 3)

Shane very lightly ran his middle finger up and down her soaking wet slit. Despite her punishment, or perhaps because of it, Leah was incredibly turned on. He smiled to himself as he contemplated the further punishment he chose to met out. Leah raised her hips and pressed back against his wandering finger. He inserted his finger deep inside of her and then quickly retracted it. Though still gagged, Leah let out a mixture of a sigh and a whimper. She wanted him. She needed him inside of her. 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Again Shane's heavy hand swatted her aching lips as she bucked forward in an attempt to dodge the swats. He roughly grabbed her hips and yanked her back down the bed to the very foot of it where she remained still face down and ass up, wrists securely restrained to her thighs, open, exposed, vulnerable, helpless. 

"I can see my naughty little girl is turned on. Pity she couldn't have behaved herself tonight so she could cum and enjoy herself. No, my girl had to be disobedient, and earn herself a punishment. This is not for you pet, this is for my pleasure."  He scolded in a cool and detached tone of voice that raised her anxiety. 

Shane had been hard since he had returned to their suite and saw her gorgeous, naked body kneeling submissively by the fire as he had ordered. And now, he would find his release, using her body for his pleasure and his pleasure to enhance her punishment. 

Leah gnawed the rubber ball gag in her mouth as she felt his hard cock slowly sliding up and down her drenched slit, as his finger had before. She wanted to badly to push back onto him, but thought better of it. He knew he was driving her crazy and took his time intent on prolonging her suffering. His hands roughly traced the marks on her bottom and thighs and occassionally placed a firm swat as he continued to tease her. 

After several long agonizing minutes of torturous teasing, she no longer felt him sliding between her lips. For a moment she felt nothing, and then.......the engorged head of his solid member was pressing lightly against her tight, tiny asshole. She inhaled sharply and flipped her hair away from her face as she spun her head to pleadingly pout back at him from over her shoulder. The second her eyes connected with his she knew she would receive no reprieve, but she couldn't help but pout and plead with him. 

Anal discipline and punishment had long been a part of their relationship. They had many plugs, wands, balls and other such toys in their collection. Leah didn't mind and even enjoyed it at times when she was a good girl and they were simply playing and he would take his time, going slowly, ensuring her comfort......but she knew this would not be one of those times. This was punishment and punishment was an entirely different beast. Punishment was rough. Punishment was hard. Punishment was not the enjoyable pain she yearned for. 

Shane absorbed the pleading look in Leah's eyes and then narrowed his and shot her a look that knotted her stomach in trepidation and flooded her eyes with more unshed tears. She quickly turned her face away from his and almost as quickly he roughly took her by the hair and leaned in over her to press his face against the side of her head, his hot breath on her neck. 

"You were a bad girl, pet. When my pet is bad, she is punished.....thoroughly.....harshly."  He murmured into her ear, his fist wound tight in her hair.

She whimpered and chewed her bottom lip as she again felt him grab her hips and press, more firmly this time, against her bottom. With his cock only lubricated with her juices he pressed steadily against the resistance at the entrance to her ass. He smiled to himself as he felt her tense and tighten, he welcomed this challenge, and selfishly the more she resisted & fought the better it felt to him. She whined as he pushed slowly working the head of his member into her. As he felt her muscles begin to adjust to the intrusion, he dug his rough fingers into the sides of her hips and thrust forward, filling her in one swift movement, causing her to squeal against the gag in her mouth. 

He paused, buried deep inside of her, allowing her bottom to adjust to the size of him as he slowly traced his fingertips across the welts from the belt. Tears slowly spilled from her blue eyes and slid down her cheeks onto the bed in front of her as she fought to relax despite the incredible discomfort of him filling her ass; she knew from experience that this was only the beginning of what she had long ago termed a 'punishment fuck.'  

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After a few moments of remaining still deep inside of her tiny asshole, Shane again gripped her hips and began to rhythmically sawing in and out. Her muscles again tightened, resisting the irritation of the semi-dry friction and the constant thrusting. Rather than let this sway him, he relished it and only quickened his pace. Every hard thrust caused his hips to slap into her tender well-whipped bottom, making her flinch.

Leah's hands, bound by the wrist to her thighs, twisted and strained to grasp fistfuls of the bed sheets in her palms to squeeze and she sobbed heavily into the bed. The ball gag filled her mouth, preventing her from crying out, but as she moaned and squealed some audible sound escaped and found her Dom's ears. 

Shane loved hearing his girl whimper as he anally dominated her. It was an incredible turn on to him. There is something far more primal an far more dominant about a man taking a woman this way. Bending her over, grabbing her hips tight and ass fucking her until he finds his release. Such a primal demonstration of his dominance over her, his ownership of her body, and her submission & service at his pleasure. 

Again he picked up the pace, thrusting into her at a very fast pace and she twisted the balled sheets in her tightly gripped hands and squealed. He held her right hip in his hand but took his left hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair at the tender nape of her neck and roughly yanked her head up and back so he could better hear her squeals and see her tears. He found her eyes and held them captive and he fucked her ass harder, burying himself all the way inside of her tight ass, ensuring he punished the inside of her ass as well as the outside.Tears cascaded down her cheeks consistently now as she slowly stopped clenching and resisting him. He watched her teary eyes closely, noting the very clear and unmistakable change in her eyes as she again dipped in and out of her subspace. 

The discomfort she had felt up until now was fading and she was finding her predicament exciting. She could feel her cunt ache and tighten, begging for his attention. If she had been a good girl, he would be stimulating her now as he fucked her tiny ass, or allowing her to. If she were not gagged she would likely be begging him for release now. The pain was dissipating and what remained was a deliciously full feeling as he continued her punishment fuck and it only fueled her wanton lust. 

Shane knew exactly what his naughty little sumissive wanted, and he was absolutely not going to give it to her, despite her best efforts. She pled with her eyes, he ignored her. She had genuinely displeased him and embarrassed him in public and that thought drove him as he again changed up his pace. Now pulling completely out of her ass before slamming back into her, over and over. Every harsh, unrelenting, merciless thrust of his hips buried him deeper inside of her tight ass and made it more difficult for her to feel pleasure above the pain. Each thrust made it feel as if she were being entered anew and literally impaled by his throbbing cock. She pulled against her restraints and whimpered. He fucked her harder, sensing his own release building and determined to make certain she was used solely for his pleasure, she did not deserve a orgasm and she would have hell to pay if she came without his permission during a true punishment. 

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As Shane erupted inside of Leah's now swollen asshole, she could feel every vein and every inch of his now even larger cock stuffed deep inside of her ass. She chewed the gag in her mouth and moaned, lifting her hips, again begging for his attention, scanning his face over her shoulder, imploring him to allow her to cum. 

Shane held her gaze as he pulled out of her ass, before smacking each thigh harshly, leaving immediate handprints in his wake. 

SLAP  SLAP

"Stop acting like a slut in heat. You are being punished."  He barked at her. 

The tone of his voice caused fresh tears to trickle down her cheeks as she again turned her face away from him and lay it on the bed, feeling truly chastised. 

Shane left her alone on the bed, sore, used and drowning in thought as he left and took his time showering and preparing for the duration of her punishment. 

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As Shane left the steamy bathroom after a long, hot shower he brought with him a heavy, solid oak bathbrush. He paused as he entered the bedroom again to look at Leah as she lay bound, gagged, and marked on the foot of the bed precisely where he had left her. He smiled to himself and his heart swelled with pride as he watched and appreciated the depth of her devotion and submission to him. She lay obediently in position, willing to endure whatever additional punishment he chose to administer to her errant bottom. 

Leah felt Shane's large, powerful hand pressing firmly on the small of her back and almost immediately after, the searing pain of the bathbrush attacking her already sore ass and thighs. 

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

Leah struggled and pulled against her bindings. The futile effort caused Shane to smile softly and increase the tempo. He paddled her naughty ass furiously with the back of that brush as she squirmed under the weight of his hand firmly holding her in place. She whimpered and cried against the rubber ball gag inside of her mouth as Shane continued to assault her bared bottom as she lay helpless to avoid it. 

Occasionally he would sit the brush on the bed and gently massage her burning flesh and slide his fingers between her legs and into her hot, slick wetness. Though she writhed under the blows of her punishment, she was again drenched. After teasing her mercilessly for several minutes, he would return to the relentless paddling of her ass and thighs with that wicked brush. 

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

Tears soaked her face as her body fell still. She no longer fought against her restraints or squirmed to dodge the barrage of swats still consistently connecting with her terribly sore flesh. She lay in position, still minus the shakes from her soft sobbing, and absorbed every punishing swat Shane chose to inflict. She dipped in and out of her subspace and was truly remorseful for her uncharacteristic behavior. Leah wanted nothing more than to please her Dom now, and the first step in that process was to endure the pain he wished to inflict. 

After several more minutes of furious paddling aimed at her upper thighs and sit spots, the swats stopped falling and she lay breathing raggedly and sobbing incoherently. 

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Shane sat on the foot of the bed beside his beloved submissive and flipped the oak bathbrush over in his hand and began to harshly scrub the stiff bristles all over Leah's heavily punished backside. 

This new sensation made Leah buck forward initially, but Shane's heavy hand gripped her hip and jerked her back into position, where she remained for the duration. Shane took his time roughly brushing her tender flesh with the hard bristles of the brush. Tiny abrasions began to appear and he ensured every inch of her ass and thighs were covered. 

Once he was satisfied, he tossed the brush onto the floor and rose to his feet, disappearing into the bathroom once more. When he returned, a latex glove was on his right hand and a tube of Capzasin cream in his left. 

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He sat next to Leah's spent, exhausted body once again and began to liberally apply the viscous ointment. Leah had not yet realized what her Dom was massaging into her skin and raised her hips to meet his gentle touches. Shane smiled to himself as he applied two or three thick layers to her bottom, thighs, and sit spots before stopping to reach into his bag beside the bed. 

He pulled a large anal plug out of the bag and pulled Leah over his lap, still bound with her wrists to her thighs. She lay over his knee open, exposed and vulnerable. Shane ran the plug along her soaking wet pussy and then back to her now swollen tight asshole. He pressed firmly at the opening and forced her bottom to accept this new intrusion as she whimpered over his knee. He smiled and removed the plug multiple times, only to again bury it in her tiny, tight ass. Intentionally working up an irritating friction, as he considered the final portion of her punishment. 

After a couple of minutes he removed the plug and slowly, liberally coated the toy with the Capzasin cream. After he was satisfied with the lubricant, he pressed the plug deep into her ass in one swift movement, causing her to buck her hips forward and whimper.

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Shane wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her from his lap as he stood, then carried her with him back into the sitting area of their suite where he deposited his properly punished submissive onto the plush rug in front of the fireplace before sitting himself in the oversized leather chair and looking down and into her eyes. 

By now Leah was beginning to feel the intense burning build on her ass and thighs from the Capzasin. Tears filled her eyes as she knelt looking pleadingly up and into her Dom's eyes, imploring him for leniency. She knew from experience that this was only going to get much, much worse for both the outside and inside of her throbbing ass. Shane watched her squirm and struggle on the floor in front of him, her face locked on him, her sore ass facing the warm fire, no doubt intensifying her burn. 

"Do not ever think that you are safe from discipline and punishment, my pet. Noise can be avoided. The only way you can guarantee yourself to avoid an evening like this, darling, is to behave yourself. We may be in Vegas, but gambling was not a wise choice."  Shane scolded down to her as his eyes held hers hostage and flashed with sadistic delight as his girl knelt before him, struggling to endure the end of her punishment. 

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Whips & Chains

05/05/2014

I saw this photograph a few days ago and it just made me swoon.  :)  

Naturally the first thing to pop out at me was her kneeling position and the stark contrast of his attire to her bare skin. A picture says a thousand words, right? Even if the text was absent, the photograph alone speaks volumes to the dynamic of relationship depicted. 

Ah, but those words   :)

"It's a lot more than just whips and chains."

In deed it is. 

It is also paddles, belts, brushes, canes, soap, corners, blindfolds, restraints, cords, switches.  :)

It is trust, respect, brutal honesty, complete adoration. 

It is a challenge, an adventure, a journey. 

It is creativity, ingenuity, determination.

It is two people daring to script their own reality of what so many others will leave simply an unfulfilled fantasy for a lifetime. 

It is caring, exploring the depth of your partner's mind, choreographing a breathtaking dance that He leads and you can not help but to follow. 

It is hard, it takes effort, tears, overcoming doubts. It is a willingness to test limits and trusting him to always bring you safely back. 

It is teaching, learning, molding, morphing. 

It is discipline, it is tangible consequences, it is punishment, it is role play, it is just because. 

It is freeing, it is comforting, it is building. 

It is power exchange, it is loss of control, it is better than sex. 

It is a connection between two people on a level so deep and intense that very few others could possibly understand the nuances and intricacies. 

It is pleasing Him always in all things, which in turn will please me immensely. 

It is Dominance, it is submission. 

It is Sadism, it is masochism.

It is commitment, absolution, love.

It is a Disciplinarian and his naughty little girl.....
It is a Dom and his wilful, wanton sub.....
It is a Sadist and his masochistic pain slut.....
It is a Daddy and his errant, bratty daughter.....

It is Him.....It is me.....It is Us.

Uncharacteristic Naughtiness (Part #5)

12/06/2014

After several long, painful minutes of harsh and fast paddling with the heavy maple paddle Daddy finally discarded it onto the top of the bed beside my crying face. My ass and thighs were absolutely on fire. Every movement stretched the punished and bruising skin taut and made me flinch, so I laid as still as possible and concentrated on slowing my breathing as I heard Dad selecting the next implement he would mercilessly apply to my bare bottom.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

Having barely caught my breath at the end of the paddling, I found myself absorbing lash after searing lash of viscous leather. I could tell by the weight of the strap that it was our thickest punishment strap. The thing is truly brutal. 

My father had said nothing to me between the two implements, he just seamlessly slipped from on implement of naughty bottom destruction to the next. He whipped me hard with that strap as I cried incoherently into the pillows at the top of the bed. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

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My feet were again beating against the foot of the bed keeping pace with the burning strokes impacting my bottom and thighs. Daddy paced from one side of the bed to the other, leaving several dozen lashes in his wake. I could literally feel the angry welts rise on my already bruising flesh and I fought to stay in position as I cried. Multiple times I had to bite my lip to remind myself not to speak to or cry out to my father. He had warned me once now and I knew he had no sympathy for the predicament I had gotten my bottom into. And truly, as this offense was targeted at him, I had an awfully hard time even feeling sorry for myself as I endured my whipping. I had disobeyed my father and I had been disrespectful......I deserved every single lash I would receive. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

After what seemed an eternity, the strap landed next to the paddle and I on the bed and again my Daddy disappeared as I cried pitifully into the bed. Only seconds later I felt the next implement stinging my flesh......the dreaded extension cord. 

THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK 

A dozen and a half merciless strokes found their mark and I was writhing on the bed as I lay propped up over the pillows. I turned my tear-streaked face from the bed and looked back over my shoulder at my disappointed Daddy. 

"I'm sorry Sir." I cried to him. 

"You should be. FOUR TIMES! FOUR DAMN TIMES IN A WEEK, LITTLE GIRL!" Dad barked. 

I quickly buried my face back into the pillow and tucked my arms under my chest so I wouldn't be tempted to cover my bottom. The cord is one of the most intense implements in our arsenal and despite my sky high threshold, it can and has pushed me past it at times. I couldn't imagine disappointing my father further now by interfering with my punishment. I had displeased him enough with the offenses themselves, but then my lack of obedience earlier in this session had just topped it off......I couldn't let him down again. 

THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK 

My legs fell still as I slipped in and out of my subspace and resolved to accept my punishment fully. Daddy whipped me just as hard with that awful cord as he had the strap and the paddle. My ass and thighs were a blur of pain. He intentionally varies implements during intense punishment so my bottom does not go numb; and I promise I was nowhere close to numb on this day. 

I still bawled like a baby into the pillow and blankets balled up at my face but my body fell still and I focused on the reason for this punishment, how my behavior would change to improve, and most importantly enduring this punishment and making my Dom proud of me once again. 

When the cord joined the other two implements at the top of the bed and Daddy sat next to me, massaging vitamin E oil into my sore bottom and thighs, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, assuring myself that my punishment had concluded. How wrong I was. 

Daddy spent the next hour solid simply transferring between the 3 implements multiple times. He would break briefly to massage more oil into my skin to ensure my skin did not break. And he stopped for 15 minutes to sit next to my shaking, crying body in a chair beside the bed and eat the lunch I had brought to him. But immediately after he finished, the sounds of a proper punishment were again echoing off the walls of the room combined occasionally with my cries or whimpers. 

By the time my punishment had truly ended my ass and thighs were a horrible mess of welts and bruising. It hurt to walk, to sit, to move. 

Daddy scooped me up and held me tightly to him as he ran his fingers through my hair, kissed my forehead, "ssshhh'd" me, rubbed my back and gently massaged and kneaded my punished bottom. I clung incredibly tightly to him, my face buried in his perfectly pressed Oxford shirt as I cried on his chest. I apologized over and over for my behavior. He reassured me of his forgiveness and unconditional love. I savored every second and slowly began to forgive myself as well. 

Content Submissive

May 2nd, 2014

A simple yet poignant statement, and oh how very true it is.

The power my Dom has over me is perhaps never more evident than when he narrows his gorgeous, expressive, dark brown eyes at me and I immediately, submissively retract and lower mine in response. 

Not one audible word spoken, not one word needed, but a message very clearly conveyed. 

I got to see my Daddy on Wednesday of this week and we spent our afternoon together. Though I'd kept my punishment list empty for more than 2 months, I had somehow accumulated multiple offenses in the days leading up to our reunion. And I was held accountable for every single one of them that afternoon. 

My previous concerns of my Dom taking it easy on me or treating me like a fragile porcelain doll very quickly dissipated. I realize now that I had worried myself for no reason at all, yes Daddy knew how sick I have been but he is also probably more in tune with my body than I am. He knew what I needed and expertly meted it out without restraint. Neither he nor I were disappointed with the session. 

I will naturally write out the session in its entirety soon (I actually am still working on the previous two to publish as my writing is one thing of many that has fallen behind during my health crisis) but for now I will say simply that it was precisely what I needed.....what we needed. 

I can not sit, lie down or walk without feeling the lingering effects of my punishment. I am sore, even now two days later, incredibly sore. I am still tracing my fingertips across the welts and bruises I earned myself. 

My body still aches. His marks lovingly adorn my tender flesh. My mind is silent in reflection. My lessons were learned at his hand. My heart lightened by his presence and affection. 

I was a naughty little sub girl. I pushed him, I had questioned him, I had been disobedient, I had been defiant. I had exercised freedoms I do not have. I violated his mandates. I had fought for control. I chose to test him and I laughed in his face. I provoked his sadist, implored him to let me toy with his strict side.

He tolerated minimally. He let me push but refused to waver. He was my wall and absorbed my reckless impact. He was firm with me. Dark, strict, unrelenting. He pulled me back to him. He harshly put me back in my place; the control again where it belongs, in his powerful hands. He stripped away my defiance, my naughtiness, my disobedience, my tough girl facade.......

He made me His good girl. 

I am an appreciative and content little submissive. 

Tempting

04/29/2014

So now after 2+ months of medical hell and cancer treatment, I am finally getting to see my Daddy this week. 

I only have a couple entries to be punished for but I am still nervous and worried. 

Though for the exact opposite reason that I normally am. 

I am worried that Daddy is going to worry too much, think I am fragile, be way too easy on me. I know he loves me and cares for me and has been with me throughout this entire ordeal but that is precisely the reason I worry he will be too concerned about 'hurting' me. 

I've reassured him I am okay, I believe once using the term "pussy" in reference to him if he did not give me what I need at this meeting. He was less than amused. 

I'm not at all intentionally trying to upset him or to get into more trouble with him, that's not it at all. I just don't want either of us to be disappointed with the session because he treats me like a porcelain doll, afraid to damage me. 

He is a huge part of my 'normal.' Our sessions are my 'normal.' I NEED NORMAL!

{{Sighs}}

What to do? What to do?

What Happens in Vegas (part 2)

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After close to 20 minutes of dead silence, and the only sound in the room being his steady breathing and her rapidly beating heart, she couldn't stand the silence any longer. She couldn't stand the building sense of his disappointment any longer. She had to talk to him. She took a deep breath and turned her face upward to look at his and softly began to speak, 

"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know what I was thinking. I was upset when you left me this morning and I pouted and sulked about it all day and figured I would be a brat to get back at you for it. I knew you wouldn't be able to punish me for it because of the noise and maybe you'd have forgotten about it by the time I was actually going to be held accountable for it so I figured it would be worth it and I was safe to lash out. I know that sounds stupid and childish and ridiculous, because it is. I knew better and I let you down and I'm sorry, Sir." 

She rambled out her excuses, explanations and apology all at once as she hesitantly peered up and into his dark, piercing eyes. He watched her intently, studying the expressions on her face, searching her eyes for sincerity, before he replied, 

"I see. So this was some sort of revenge game? You didn't get your way so you decided to throw a fit like a spoiled brat and ruin our evening together all with the caveat that you thought you couldn't be punished for how you acted?"  He implored. 

"I know that sounds bad, but..." She began.

"STOP! Answer me!" He interrupted. 

"Yes Sir." She softly replied before lowering her eyes away from his. 

"Poor choice, Leah. And you thought wrong. Go. Shower. I will see you back in this spot in 30 minutes."  He instructed before rising and taking his phone, wallet & key and exiting the suite. 

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As she stood in the shower, hot water beading on her back, her mind was drowning in thought. 

What had she done? Why did she do it? She knew better. 

Where was he going? What did he mean she had thought wrong? What was he going to do to her? 

She knew whatever he had in mind, he intended it not be pleasant for her. He would direct her to shower immediately before a punishment only when it was serious and he wanted the hot water to bring her nerve endings up closer to the skin to increase sensitivity. Just the thought caused her to tingle as she softly caressed her wet body with the lavender vanilla lather of her body wash. 

As she shampooed her long flowing blonde trusses, she thought through what implements she knew were in the bag from the past 2 nights play, and what more could possibly be tucked in there. 

She jumped as she realized she had a time limit and had already spent far too long pondering in the shower. She quickly rinsed and rung her hair and stepped out of the shower wrapping her tiny body in a huge fluffy bath towel. She snuggled it to her face, a soft comforting sensation in advance of what she knew would be harsh, merciless sensations for the balance of her evening. 

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As she exited the bathroom, the cool air caused her body to shiver. She glanced at the clock, and seeing she had just 3 minutes left, she very quickly rushed to massage her lotion into her skin now covered with soft goosebumps, before scurrying across the suite and kneeling quietly beside his chair as she had been instructed to do. 

At precisely the half hour mark she heard a key engage the lock on their door and it sent a shiver up her spine. She knew, of course, it was Shane, but what if it wasn't? What if it were a hotel employee entering to see her kneeling naked beside the chair, fading marks from last nights escapade on her flesh? The thought excited her as much as it terrified her. Her fears were quickly laid to rest as she heard her Dom enter the suite. She could tell by the sound of nothing more than his stride that it was in deed him. She had spent many, many nights kneeling with her face downcast or restrained with a blindfold blocking her vision, she knew her Dom by voice, by smell, by touch, by sound, by pace of stride. 

Shane glanced over at his naughty submissive, allowing himself to pause and take in the sight she was as she waited there naked at his command, the light of the fire glistening off the lotion on her skin, the way her spine curved in as she knelt obediently, the way her still damp hair clung to her shoulders. Leah was a beautiful woman and even when she pushed his buttons or misbehaved, he relished the knowledge that this amazing creature had offered her submission to him. 

As Shane paced around the suite, sorting through bags and laying out the implements he chose to use, Leah's curiosity was piqued. She could hear him walking around, rustling through things and she wanted so badly just just steal a quick peak, but she didn't dare. 

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The warmth of the fire felt amazing on her sensitive skin as she knelt, awaiting her Dom's acknowledgement. Her heart was beating wildly inside of her chest as her mind raced through every possibility. Though gripped in nervous panic she was also becoming increasingly turned on. 

Shane's large right hand softly skimmed her cheek and she closed her eyes and tilted her face to cradle it in his hand but just as suddenly as it had touched, it was gone. He gathered her long hair together in his hand, sweeping it up from her shoulders and tucking it behind her ears, gathering it all at the nape of her dainty neck and roughly jerking her head back and up to meet his scowling face. 

Leah hesitantly peered up and into his dark, flashing eyes. Keeping his firm grasp on her hair and his eyes locked on hers, he walked around from behind her kneeling body to now stand directly in front of her. 

"You displeased me, Leah."  His voice was soft but hinted at his irritation. 

She scrunched up her face in a pout and rose up onto her knees, lovingly rubbing her head up his thigh and suggestively sucking the corner of her bottom lip as he stood before her. His grip tightened and he quickly yanked her back to her original position as he scolded. 

"I am not amused, young lady. A good submissive would be graciously accepting her punishment, not trying to sway or manipulate it with sex. You will please me, Leah, on my terms and after you have been thoroughly punished. Am I clear?"  He asked.

"Yes, Sir." She murmured up to him as she continued her pout. 

"Good, now back to the task at hand, my considerate little submissive was concered about the amount of noise that we would expose our neighbors to, luckily for them, I packed a solution, just in case. Open, pet."  He instructed as his left hand reached into his pocket and produced a small red rubber ball gag. 

Leah hated to be gagged, Shane knew this, and they very rarely incorporated this toy into their play or punishments, but she always knew it was available should he choose to use it. She peered up at him pleadingly with her big blue eyes but was met with a firm resolve in his that very quickly chased away any thought of refusal. She slowly opened her mouth and Shane placed the ball inside, flipping her hair over the front of her shoulder and leaning over her to firmly buckle the leather strap securely behind her neck. 

"The neighbors thank you for your forethought, my pet."  Shane said in an almost mocking tone that tempted Leah to roll her eyes at him, but she thought better of it, perhaps if she was cooperative and remorseful throughout her punishment then he would allow her make it up to him in far more enticing ways later on. 

Shane again disappeared behind her and out of her line of sight as she remained kneeling before the crackling fire. She worked to slow her rapid breathing and adjust to the gag inside of her mouth. She heard him turn on music somewhere behind her and again rustle through bags as she knelt waiting, wondering. 

When he again returned to her vision, he was holding their thigh to wrist restraints. They were made of soft, supple leather and he had purchased them for her at a scene social event early in their relationship. When in place these restraints keep her body in an almost perfect kneeling position, her wrists bound to her thighs, unable to interfere with her punishment, open and exposed. 

"I've trained you better than your behavior tonight reflects, young lady. I do not tolerate disrespect and you, miss, clearly need a refresher session on the subject. You are not in control, I am. Your whining, your tantrums and attempts at seduction once called on your behavior are all attempts by you to gain control. I don't allow power struggles, Leah. You are a big girl, you made your own decisions, and now you'll pay for them. Clear?"  He lectured intently. 

She pitifully glanced up into his eyes and softly nodded her head as she offered him her wrists. He smiled briefly at this, knowing he had trained her well, as he knelt in front of her to restrain each tiny wrist to a thigh. He buckled the restraint tightly and checked each side with several pulls and prods before being satisfied and again rising to his feet before her, and again allowing himself to take in the amazing sight in front of him. It would have been incredily easy for him to scoop her up, untie her and make love to her now; but he could certainly practice self discipline for long enough to instill some into his wayward submissive.

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Shane bent forward and grabbed hold of Leah by the waist as she knelt and picked her up, tossing her once again over his shoulder as he exited the sitting room of their suite and strode toward the bedroom. He abruptly dropped her naked body on the foot of the bed and roughly flipped her face down into the position he wanted for the moment. Her face & chest were pressed to the bed and her ass was elevated by her knees pulled up to restrain her thighs to her wrists at the sides of her tiny frame. And again he disappeared from her sight as she turned her face to the side.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

The sound of impact was barely audible, but the sting of the strokes biting into her thighs were unmistakable. Leah bit down on the rubber ball in her mouth as Shane expertly switched the backs of her thighs fast and furiously. Leah struggled under the quick barrage of lashes and she now knew what her Dom had done while she showered, he went a cut a damn switch. 

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Leah was helpless to move or kick her legs in protest as dozens of searing strokes of that evil twig bit into her flesh. She cursed herself for caring to apply lotion to her body as it had left her thighs still semi moist, which was only increasing the sting of the switching. 

Shane took his time, making sure to cover every inch of her ass but paying particularly close attention to her thighs and sit spots, where the switch is most effective. He smiled to himself as he watched his girl squirming on the bed under the pain of the switching he was administering. 

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Leah's eyes swelled with unshed tears as Shane continued to flick his wrist and dance that switch all over her bottom and thighs. She was helpless to whimper or cry out because of the damn gag in her mouth, so she bit down on it over and over as he continued to ingite a viscous fire in her naked flesh. 

After what seemed an eternity, but was more likely 5 to 6 minutes, Shane discarded the switch and traced his rough fingertips over the weals left behind by the implement. Thin, angry red lines now decorated her bottom and thighs and as much as she had wiggled and squirmed under the punishment, as he inspected the skin, he couldn't help but notice how wet his naughty little girl as becoming. As he stroked the backs of her spread thighs, she pushed back toward him, raising her hips further and begging silently for his attention. He smiled to himself, out of her line of sight, before very firmly swatting her aching nether lips with the tips of his fingers 3 sharp times. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Leah's hips jerked forward and away from the unwelcome rough treatment as she whimpered softly through the gag. Shane watched her twist and squirm trying to relieve the sting without the use of her hands or the ability to close her thighs, and realized all over again why he loved this particular restraint. 

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Leah's heart raced and a lump appeared at the back of her throat as she lay on the bed gagged, restrained, still reeling from her switching as she heard the unmistakable sound of Shane unbuckling and removing his belt. She was lucky that they were not home where he had all of his belts at his disposal, traveling for business he only had his thin dress belt with him. Though the thicker belts or heavier straps in their collection are typically more effective, Shane had long ago perfected the art of making even his thin dress belt a formidable opponent for a naughty bottom. 

Rather than doubling the belt over, as he would with a thicker version, he always opted to tuck the buckle in his palm and wrap the belt around his hand twice, leaving a single tail dangling free and ready to teach his girl a lesson. Leah knew from experience that this method stung like mad. The thinner strip of leather could easily wrap itself around her hips or snake around each thigh individually with the tip biting into the tender flesh of her inner thighs. The thought made her shudder and she again internally chastised herself for behaving so poorly. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

Shane wasted absolutely no time in reigniting the fire on Leah's poor ass. He focused dozens of swats over the fullest part of her perfect bottom. He rapidly applied swat after searing swat of the belt to every inch of her ass from the very top all the way down to the chubby, fleshy area where her bottom meets her thighs, her sit spots. 

Leah struggled and pulled against her bindings, knowing it was a futile attempt, but unale to prevent herself from trying any way. The sting was incredible and Shane wasn't leaving time between strokes for her to recover, he was whipping her just as hard and just as fast as he had switched her. 

After several dozen more angry snaps of the supple leather against her reddening ass, Shane took a step back and changed his focus, now aiming much lower, intent on giving her upper thighs the same treatment. If he had thought she was wiggling before, now she was practically convulsing to twist her body out of his reach; thought with the thigh to wrist restraint it didn't much matter how hard she tried to squirm, she would get nowhere, and they both knew it. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

The leather bit into her tender upper thighs like a thousand biting fire ants. The tears that had built in her eyes were now actively flowing down her cheeks as she whimpered against the gag in her mouth. Shane whipped her thighs just as harshly as he had her bottom. And true to form, he ensured that several strokes on each thigh saw the tip of the belt bite into her sensitive inner thighs. Her body shook from her sobs as he continued to punish he errant submissive and she fought within herself to finally give in to her deserved punishment and stop resisting. She knew there was no hope of a conclusion as long as she fought him. He wanted to see her submission. He wanted to see her acceptance. He wanted to see her trust him and relinquish that control. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

After several more minutes of Shane transferring his disciplinary attention from her ass to her thighs and back again, Leah slowly felt herself begin to dip in and out of her subspace. Her body still shook with her cries but she had stopped openly resisting and trying to avoid each punishing lash of his belt. She remained still and in position as he applied several dozen more harsh strokes of the leather to her body. He smiled as he dropped the belt to the floor and stood admiring his naughty girl, her ass and thighs covered in his marks, but her body still in position, willing to endure more if it would please him. He was not entirely certain at that moment if he was done spanking her or not, but he had other methods of punishing his girl that he now wished to utilize. 

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What Happens in Vegas (part 1)

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What Happens in Vegas  (part 1)

When Shane got sent on a last minute business trip to Las Vegas for three days, he decided to invite his naughty submissive along for the trip. She was his preferred travel companion, he enjoyed her company, and she could easily fill his evenings with entertainment. 

Leah was thrilled at the invitation and quickly threw together a bag. She loved spending her time with her Dom, but his business trips were particularly alluring. They would play but she was safe from any serious punishment when they were in a nice city hotel simply because of noise constraints; knowing this always made her feel giddy. And she could sleep late while he worked and then spend her afternoons exploring a new city, and her evenings enthralled in scene play with Shane. The girl would have to be on her deathbed to turn down a business trip with him. 

Any time they scheduled play or a scene, it was her responsibility to prepare and lay out their implements and equipment. But when they traveled together, he selected and packed the toys for the trip, so she never knew what may or may not have made its way into their luggage and just that knowledge would make her squirm deliciously with an anxious trepidation. 

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The first two days of the Vegas trip were relatively routine, if not mundane. He spent his days at conferences as she slept in. His afternoons were consumed with business email and calls as she went sight seeing or shopping. Their evenings were spent with one another. Her attentively helping him wind down from his day. Eagerly pleasing him and drifting off to sleep with his marks on her flesh in the security of his strong, enveloping arms. 

The morning of their third day together in the city, she woke early, while he was still in the shower, and ordered them breakfast from the room service menu. She arranged the table and knelt beside it, waiting for him to exit the bathroom. As the door swung open, he quickly strode toward her and softly tussled her long blonde hair as he said in a hurried tone, 

"Not today, pet. I'm late. I'll see you tonight, we will do dinner then. Behave."

And just like that he was gone. She remained in her kneel for a few moments, she felt slighted. Couldn't he have thanked her for the effort? Taken a bagel with him so she hadn't done this for nothing? As she rose to her feet, the thought of him slighting her morphed into him blatantly ignoring her and her fury grew. 

She grabbed one of his pressed white Oxford button down shirts and wrapped it around her naked body before sitting at the bar and picking at the fruit as she stewed. She wanted to lash out, but it simply wasn't her style. She wanted to send him a text message telling him how he had made her feel or blowing up at him, but either method would have gotten her into trouble because her blowing up at him was not allowed, and he had not asked her how she felt, so either text would have been seen as inappropriate. 

She ate a handful of raspberries and decided to take a shower to clear her mind. The bathroom still smelled like him. His body wash, his aftershave, his cologne. All familiar and comforting scents to her. She slid his shirt off of her shoulders and paused to gaze at herself in the mirror. Then just as quickly jumped into the waiting hot shower before her own insecurities made her read more into this morning's happenings than was there. 

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As Leah finished drying her golden locks or hair, her irritation began to slow from it's previous boil into a small simmer; but that simmer began to spin a deliciously naughty thought in her submissive head. 

She would go out to dinner with him tonight and she would push the envelope as far as her behavior whilst they were out. Nothing overly bold or bratty, but she knew her Dom well and what buttons to push to get under his skin. Normally she would simply shake this crazy thought from her head, because of the looming consequences of such behavior. But today was different. She continued to convince herself that she was safe from any serious repercussions because serious punishment sessions between them were lengthy, hellish events with plenty of noise.....noise that she knew he wouldn't risk in a city hotel. The game she was playing was a dangerous one, trying to guess just how much pushing would be okay, how much disrespect would he tolerate, how much bratty childish behavior would he overlook. She knew eventually she would pay for any such nonsense, but she had also assured herself that would not be tonight, and so as she dressed for him and their dinner, she did so spinning wildly bratty plans inside of her blonde head. 

As she zipped up the back of her satin blue dress her phone sounded his ringtone. She picked it up and scrolled through the text message he sent to her. 

'Leah, I'm running late at my last meeting. I've sent a car to pick you up at 7 and I will be waiting for you at the restaurant. Wear your navy blue satin dress, no panties. Behave, my pet.'

Rather than responding with her atypical, 'yes Sir', she opted for a less formal, 'see you then.' As she discarded the phone back into her handbag, she realized she had pre-selected precisely the dress he wanted to see her in. The thought made her smile briefly, before she decided this would in deed be her strike #1 of the night. She hastily unzipped and stepped out of the dress, leaving it bunched up in a heap on the floor, and grabbed her favorite red dress from the closet in their suite. 

It was a dress she had purchased specifically for him and their play. She had worn the tiny garment multiple times when they had been together, but not once out in public. It was incredibly tight to her figure and barely mid-thigh length. And just to ice the cake of her naughtiness, she quickly spun her long, blonde hair up and into a messy bun look rather than leaving it down to cascade her dainty shoulders, as he preferred. 

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He sat at the bar alone, a drink for each of them in front of him as he watched the door and waited to see his girl enter the room. When the door opened and his eyes finally found her, he narrowed his eyes momentarily before standing and walking toward her with a gentle smile and offering her a glass of wine. She suddenly questioned the apparel decision she had made and snugly wrapped her arm around his waist and held tightly to him, unsure if she liked the attention she was receiving from the other guests of this restaurant. He wrapped his left arm tightly around her as he sighed and glared down at her. 

"Color blind today, pet?"

She nervously chewed the corner of her lip and softly replied, "No, Sir. I just like red."

He sighed again and firmly grasped her wrist as he led her to their waiting table. She had a hard time maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes were set in a firm stare and it knotted her stomach. When their waiter had finally taken their orders and removed the menus and wine list, she had nothing else to hide behind and had to finally meet his gaze. 

"I, also, like red, Leah." He said softly, his eyes refusing to release hers. 

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As she picked at her salad and began her second glass of wine, she began to feel bolder and was certainly less insecure about the attention her attire was garnering her. Shane tapped her hand underneath the table with his finger and gestured at her glass, her cue to slow down on the alcohol until she had eaten something of substance. 

A rush of childish indignance came over her and she sighed audibly at him, causing him to raise a brow, before reaching for her glass of water and unabashedly beginning to blow bubbles into the glass like a 4 year old child. Shane was stunned. He quickly took the glass from her and shot her a piercing glare, causing her to quickly retract her eyes. 

As she sat there semi-sulking, he leaned in to whisper in her ear, his breath hot on the nape of her naked neck, his voice markedly firm.

"I have no idea what has gotten into you, Leah Nicole. Figure it out and fix it. One more ridiculous act from you and I will drag your ass from this restaurant and beat it. Do you understand me, little girl?"

She slunk lower in her seat and simply nodded her head. Another 'no no', but he let it slide. As she sat contemplating how much further she should push this naughty streak, he sat staring at her trying to decipher this stunning behavior from his normally very obedient submissive. She never acted out for attention; she never had to. She certainly couldn't be doing this to get spanked; he had spanked her every single day of this trip thus far. But what, he wondered, could have come over his girl in his absence today?

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Shane continued to watch Leah closely throughout their main course. She had taken a couple bites of her pasta, but left the chicken untouched and for all intents and purposes, she was not eating much at all. Before he could say anything to her, their waiter returned to check on the entrees. 

"Miss, is something wrong with your entree?" He asked promptly.

This, Lean decided, would be her grand finale. She surely couldn't refuse this opportunity now that it had presented itself. She sat up perfectly straight and turned to the waiter, Shane out of her line of vision, and replied,

"The chicken blows and the pasta isn't cooked. It is sucky at best, Sir."

She smiled and gave herself an internal pat on the back, before feeling Shane's jacket fall onto her naked shoulders and his hands quickly following to pull her to her feet as he spoke to their waiter. 

"I am so sorry, Sir. The food was wonderful. Please excuse her, I have no idea what has gotten into her, but I assure you that we will figure it out."

He quickly handed the man his Visa and shot looks at Leah as she pretended to occupy herself fidgeting in her purse, to avoid eye contact with him. Shane quickly scribbled his signature on the credit slip the offended waiter presented to him, including a 100% gratuity, before grabbing Leah's upper arm and spinning her to face the man. 

"Leah, I'm waiting, and I am not a patient man." He barked at her. 

"I'm sorry." She retorted with a daring tone to her voice that would seal her fate. 

Shane escorted her out of the restaurant and rather than waiting for a car to return them to their hotel, he chose to walk the 4 blocks back, dragging her along behind him. She was always torn between loving and hating these upper-arm-drags off to her pending fate. They made her nervous but they also excited her. 

After just the first 2 blocks she began to complain audibly to Shane about walking so quickly and her ruining her heels. He was floored that she would have the audacity to mention her damn heels when she had just acted so offensively out in public with him and not once, without prodding, apologized or offered any explanation for her out of character behavior. He abruptly stopped, turned to look down at her and took hold of her hips, quickly hoisting her up and over his shoulder like a piece of luggage, firmly planting a couple of harsh swats to her thighs as he continued back to their hotel, not breaking his stride. 

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Shane walked through the expansive lobby and up the elevator towards their suite the entire time with Leah still dangling from his shoulder, not saying a word. Once he had opened the door to their suite and stepped in, closing the door and locking it behind them, he deposited her onto the floor in the entryway and watched her closely, intently. 

Leah stood quietly watching her feet and his, directly in front of hers. She was torn between nervousness and giggles as she recalled her behavior. Working frantically in her head to add up her offenses and decide if she had pushed too far or not; she didn't want to greatly disappoint him, just irk him as he had her that morning. 

When she finally got the nerve to raise her face and look up at him, the look on his face took her breath away. They stood studying one another's eyes for several long, quiet moments before a noise finally echoed off the walls of the small entryway to their suite. 

SLAP!

Shane said nothing to her, not a word. He slapped her across her still semi-smurking face and walked off past her to the sitting area where he sat in an oversized leather chair in front of the fireplace. 

Leah stood speechless for several moments, her eyes downcast, her hand slowly trying to work the sting from her offended cheek. A slap across the face has a way of making a naughty girl rethink her behavior, and as she did, she begin to feel genuinely regretful for how she had acted. She had thrown a tantrum and that's how a child reacts, not a young woman. Certainly not a young woman who knew better and was an owned submissive. The sting from his slap and the building remorse inside of her began to make her eyes swell with unshed tears as she went further into the suite, in search of her Dom. 

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Leah found Shane sitting in the chair in front of the fire and slowly walked over to him and knelt beside him, softly placing her head in his lap. He quickly pushed her head away and harshly barked, 

"No!"

She hung her head and just knelt quietly beside him, unsure of what to say, or if she should say anything at all. 

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