100 Centimetres - Experience 15

It doesn't take much time for us to settle back into our daily routine. Work, sleep and play. I couldn't wait for you to get home from work. I had drawn you a hot bath, our dinner was cooking away in the oven and I was dancing around the house in a see-through lace nightie that barely covered my arse and left very little to the imagination.

I had earphones in, blasting the latest symphonic metal charts, swaying my hips while I cleaned dishes in the kitchen. My arse and hips moving left and right, my head moving to the music. Hands in the air. Curls of snow blonde hair flying everywhere. I didn't even hear you come in the front door but the fright you gave me when I turned around and saw you was unforgettable.

The amused smile on your face as you double over laughing was indescribable. That laugh that was so contagious. I join you and before too long, we are both rolling around on the floor laughing, such a small thing that brought such entertainment and joy.

I rest my head on your chest as we both calm down, little fits of laughter still escaping my mouth as my face burns from embarrassment. My dancing is, maybe dancing isn't the right word. I have two left feet so that could be why you were laughing so hard. I look up at you, my grey eyes meeting your dark, hypnotic ones. I inhale your intoxicating scent and my lips reach to meet yours. I never tire of them.

My lips murmur 'Welcome home Master', as I trace around the buttons of your business shirt. You kiss my head and stroke my hair before standing up. You help me to my feet and I follow you silently up to the upstairs en-suite. Once in the bathroom, I loosen your tie and unbutton your shirt. Each button revealing more of your hair covered chest. I couldn't help admiring. How handsome you are. The way you look at me makes me weak in my knees.

Just as I reach for your belt to undo your pants, the doorbell rings. I look up at you, a question of my lips before you say to and answer the door. I go to get a bathrobe but you stop me and tell me to answer it in just my nightie. I don't question you, I pad down the stairs and open the front door. The moment I opened the front door, the cold night air sent a chill across my body. Sending a frosty breeze across my scantly covered nipples and body. A delivery driver is there with a parcel that was addressed to you that said urgent. I signed for it.

Avoiding the teenage delivery drivers' obvious stares, I take the package and close the door. Grateful to be away from the prying eyes of someone who doesn't appreciate me the way you do. The package isn't addressed to me but you, my Master. It's an odd shape and light for its size. No return address gave any hint of what it may be.

After climbing back up the stairs and re-entering the bathroom, I can see you in the bath tub, your eyes closed as you let the hot water seep into your tired muscles. I sit beside the bath tub on a towel, a face washer lathered in beautiful smelling soap in my hands. Slowly and gently, I start to wash your body. Your back, your shoulders, your chest, your stomach and legs. When I get to your feet, I slowly wash them, tickling the bottom of your feet.

A brief look of annoyance passes over your face before you pull me to you, claiming my lips as your own. I gaze into your eyes, my soul surrendering to your will. Falling deeper and deeper under your spell. Entwining its way around every part of my being. I close my eyes and rest my head on your forehead.

After some time and I imagine it had a lot to do with the bath water getting cold, you decide to climb out of the bath. I dry every inch of your body with a dark blue Egyptian cotton towel. Drying the glistening drops off your chest hair, my fingers lingering as I admire every part of my owners body. You put on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt before leading me downstairs to eat dinner.

Dinner was a creamy chicken dish with a side of spring vegetables. We both sit at the dining table, lit by candlelight. Sharing in small talk but infinitely enjoying each other's presence. I can't help but smile. Every minute of every day I fall more for you. I wonder if you know that.

When we have finished eating, I clear the table while you relax and catch up on the latest news. Putting all the dishes in the dishwasher before wiping over the table. Pleased to have some responsibility when you have been working so hard lately. You look up from your laptop when I had finished everything and ask, 'What time did you book our dinner reservation for tomorrow?'

The blood drains from my face as I realised I had forgotten to make the reservation. I was so distracted by a new music album that I forgot that one single task. One that I originally asked to do as well! Unfortunately, I have never been blessed with a poker face. My face was emanating guilt. And it was so obvious to you. My eyes fall to the floor, trying to make myself hidden as I knew I had made a mistake.

You sigh in resignation, knowing full well that I had not made the booking. I wish I could make myself invisible. To know I had failed such a simple task and disappointed you was agonising. You close your laptop and get up from your chair. Taking my hand, you lead me into the lounge room.

You bend me over the leather lounge, pulling my nightie up, revealing my g string. Caressing each arse cheek with your big warm hands. I could feel myself relaxing at your gentle, warm touch. My mind allowing itself to be deceived into thinking I would not be punished. How wrong I was.

Just as I close my eyes in contentment, a sharp sting hits my left arse cheek. I whimper in surprise at the sudden pain. That sting is closely followed by another on the right side. Then the left and the right. Over and over, sharp, stinging pain from the palm of your hand. I could feel my arse become red. Each slap getting more and more unbearable. Stings onto raw skin.

Tears spring in my eyes as I take my punishment. I deserved it. Utterly and completely. How I wish I could have made things right. Made you proud, not disappointed. After what feels like forever, the spanking stops. You stand back and observe me as my body shows physical signs of its punishment. My bright red arse cheeks on show.

'Do you know what was in the parcel that arrived? Something I didn't think I was going to have to use for quite some time. Its timing couldn't be more impeccable', you whisper to me. Which believe me, is more threatening than if you had yelled at me. You leave the room to retrieve the mysterious object contained in the parcel and I stay where I am, frozen. A feeling of fear washes over of my body, causing me to tremble.

You return moments later. In your hands is a brand new leather whip. My obsession with leather objects has me admiring its craftsmanship. A beautiful braided pattern decorated its handle whereas I slightly cringed at the knots tied at the end of each leather strip. You order me to stand before you, to remove my lace nightie and g string and to interlock my hands behind my back.

I rise from the lounge and start to remove my remaining clothes, standing before you, in your requested pose, my naked pale body on display. You circle me like I am your prey, telling me to keep my eyes straight, head forward and to not make a sound. It felt like eternity before I felt the first lash. The whip hitting the back of my thighs, causing me to bite my lip so I don't whimper in pain. I can see you watching, waiting for me to slip up. I was determined not to fail this time.

A few moments pass before you deliver the next stroke, whipping across my exposed breasts, instantly hardening my sensitive nipples. Another lash across my stomach, my arse, my back. Over and over. I could feel myself biting my lip so hard that I was drawing blood.

You pull me by my hair and lay me across the length of the lounge. Positioning my head so it sat off the edge of the armrest. My body stretched out, nipples standing tall against the night air. You remove your shorts and place your cock into my mouth. You thrust in, slowly at first, going deep into my throat before holding your cock there for some time.

My eyes begin to water as a panic sets in. Something I believe you sensed. You take your cock out just enough for me to breathe before thrusting your cock back in. You deep throat me several more times. I can feel your cock swell in my mouth, getting thicker and hotter, leaking copious amounts of precum into my mouth.

You reach over and grab my nipples, twisting and pinching them as you start fucking my face faster and harder. Thrusting deeper and deeper, a sense of urgency to fuck your sluts face. Grunting as you pump your load of hot, white cum into my mouth. Commanding me to swallow every last drop before licking your cock clean.

You use my hair to pull me off the lounge, forcing me to the floor, to kneel before you. I quickly set to work cleaning your cock. Using my tongue to lick every drop of cum, swallowing it in appreciation. When I have finished you tuck your cock back inside your shorts before leaving the room. You return shortly with a glass in hand, sitting down on the lounge.

I kneel on the carpet at your feet, my body trembling from its most recent punishment. You settle into the leather chaise lounge, sipping a glass of bourbon, your fingers lightly stroking my hair. We sit for some hours like that. Not a word spoken between us. You finish your bourbon and I feel your hand on my shoulder, pulling me into your lap. There are tears in my eyes, my conscience punishing me over and over for my forgetfulness.

You catch my tears with lips, your fingers brushing away the loose strands of blonde hair. Kissing my forehead, my cheeks and finally my swollen lips. Tender, loving gestures. You pull my head to your chest, letting it rest on your shoulder. My eyes closing, inhaling your scent. The scent of home, the warmth of safety and the comfort of your touch.

So ends another experience in my journey with you my love.