An eternity goes by, as I sit in submissive pose, facing the corner of the room. I use the time to think about how things played out, what I need to do to fix it, and potential disciplinary scenarios. Sir can be quite a sadistic fucker when pushed too far, but I truly don't think he's quite that upset.

He places his hand gently on top of my head, and I know that I'm right. He's pissed, but he isn't angry. This is a good thing, we can totally come back from this. He grips my elbow and helps me to stand, which is good, because my legs have gone to sleep after kneeling on them for so long. Sir's instincts are on point - he kneels beside me and rubs my legs back to life. I don't even think about looking him in the eye or moving or saying anything, I just wait until he pats my ass, and leads me by the hand.

It isn't until I am facing the closed bedroom door that my breathing starts to hitch. Sir gently slides his leather belt across my breasts, around my neck, between my legs, and then finally, uses it to tie my hands together, looping it over a very convenient hook in the door (who put that there? 🤔😈). 

He moves in close behind me, then uses his knees to spread my legs apart, and slowly rubs his half-hard cock up against the crack of my ass. The man has stamina, it doesn't take him long to recover. Of course, I'm wet again already, don't know if I've even stopped being wet for him, and I know what's coming. He steps away, and even though I can't feel his body against me, I can feel his eyes burning into every inch of my flesh. It sends a shiver up my spine and goosebumps break out over my entire body.

It feels like an eternity that I stand there, waiting patiently, my breathing getting heavier with every minute that passes. Then I can feel his presence behind me…I close my eyes and can see in perfect clarity in my mind's eye, the look of utter concentration and hunger on Sir's face, as he takes me in, blazing a heated trail of awareness over my naked back as I stand awaiting his mercy…just before I feel the tails of the flogger run up the inside of my thighs, over my ass, up my back, and down again. 

"Do you know why I'm disciplining you Little One?" Even though his voice is soft, I can feel the testosterone in the air.

"Yes Sir. I came before you said I could. This is very undisciplined behaviour, and so I gratefully await your Discipline."

A shuddering breath escapes him, and I sense him nod behind me.

"I'm very pleased that you accept your Discipline so maturely Baby Girl. This will be a count of 30. I want you to count it out so I can hear you."

I hold on firmly to the belt as the tails strike the flesh of my ass, my thighs, my back, again and again and again, and I can't contain the cries and moans of pleasure that erupt from my core, as I pant out the number of each strike.

As soon as I say "thirty", I hear the flogger thud on the floor, and he's instantly behind me again, pinning me to the wall with his hard body….

"All pain must come with pleasure, Little One," he breathes into my ear. His scent is intoxicating, and the heat from his breath almost drives me wild. "I am in awe of your body Baby, and that you gift it to me so freely and wantonly. Look at you." He takes my chin and turns my head toward the free-standing mirror in the other corner of the bedroom. He runs his nose up the side of my neck as I watch, inhaling deeply, and my nipples become hard against the wood of the door. 

He begins to rub oil over my back, ass and thighs where the tails of the flogger have left it’s marks. He massages each area gently, lovingly, and then he slides his body slowly up me from behind. His hand reaches around the front of me, taking hold of my pussy….then the other strokes up my arm, moving up to my throat, and I lean my head back onto his chest. 

He takes my mouth like a starving man, and I can only answer with a low moan as I open my mouth for him to plunge inside. His fingers become insistent against my clit, his now rock-hard cock throbbing against my ass. It feels too good, and I whimper because I don't want to disappoint Sir again. He breathes into my ear "it's ok, cum Baby, cum hard for me."

Oh god...his words undo me, and I explode so hard that my whole body shakes with the force of it. I can barely hold myself up, but I don't need to worry about that, because instantly his strong arms are around me. They lift me off the ground and I'm cradled in his arms. "Baby, you are such a good girl". I snuggle my face into his neck as he carries me back to the bed. God, he smells so good. I take a deep breath of his masculine scent, and a second wave of orgasmic aftershocks ripples through my body.

I lie there with my head on his chest, exhausted, satiated, and safe with Sir…. only he knows how to walk the line of physical pain and pleasure, testing my limits, and providing the peace of submitting to his Dominance.

I can hear my phone ringing in the living room, and remember that I am actually supposed to be working. Sir chuckles and strokes my hair, "rest now Baby, you've worked hard enough today."