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The wheels of the plane touched down on the runway and the reverse thrust thundered through the plane. We were home at last. Despite our eagerness to get home, we waited till most of the passengers had disembarked. We finally made our way off the plane and headed towards the carousel to collect our luggage. Luckily we did not have to wait too long for our suitcases and swiftly made our way to the bus, which would take us to the long-term car park. We soon found our car and loaded the boot with our luggage. Following the signs, we negotiated our way out of the car park and were shortly on the motorway and headed for home. It was a bright sunny day and the sun sparkled off the other cars as we drove along. Heading east, we made our way towards home. I was tired, despite having slept on the plane and I nodded off as we drove along. I woke in time to see Tower Bridge on my right and was glad we were nearly home. Another half mile and we were pulling up beside our building. Master turned to me and said, “Glad to be home?” “Yes” I said “very glad.” He got out of the car and opened the door for me. Leaving the luggage in the boot, we rode up in the lift to the fourth floor. Undoing the shutters and opening the door, we stepped into our flat. I was glad to be home and Master unclipped my leash. Making my way to the bedroom, he said he was going to go down and pick up the luggage. I quickly undressed and needing to pee, went into the bathroom. I was washing my hands when Master came in, a frown on his face. “Why did you use the bathroom without asking permission?” “I’m sorry Master, I forgot.” “This will have to go into the punishment book,” he said sternly. “Yes Master, I’m sorry.” That damn book. Master had not taken it on our holiday but it looked like he intended to use it now we were home. He kissed me and asked me if I would like a cup of coffee. I replied that I would rather have tea and he went to put the kettle on. I crawled into the kitchen after him and he told me to sit up at the table. He made the tea and placed a cup in front of me. Peering into the fridge he found it to be empty. He went to a cupboard and brought out a package of cookies, which he spread out on a plate. “Looks like we are out of food” he said. “I’ll go out this afternoon and stock up while you have a rest.” I took a cookie and ate it while I drank my tea. I was beginning to feel a bit queasy and by the time I had eaten my cookie I felt distinctly sick to my stomach. I asked for permission to use the bathroom and Master said yes. Crawling as fast as I could, I barely made it to the toilet before I began to throw up. The retching went on for a while until I just had the dry heaves. There was sweat beading my brow and I heard Master come in. “Are you ok my slave?” I replied that I had just suddenly felt sick and he gently moved my hair away from my face. “Are you alright now?” I said that I was and he suggested I go and lie down on the bed. “I wonder what caused that?” “I don’t know Master,” I said. “I just suddenly felt sick.” He got a washcloth and wiped my face before picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and told me to lie still. The nausea had gone by then and he left me and went into the bathroom. He returned with a small bowl and a glass and my toothbrush. I brushed my teeth and took a mouthful of water from the glass, which I spit into the bowl. He wiped my mouth with a damp facecloth then went back into the bathroom. When he returned he climbed on the bed beside me. He took my nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it. My breasts were tingling and felt larger than usual. The nipple was more responsive and as he sucked I felt an answering pull in my cunt. He reached out to the nightstand and picked up a couple of clothespins, which he quickly snapped into place on each aching bud. Reaching for the soft ropes on the stand, he soon had me tied down spread-eagled on the bed. Moving down the bed he spread my labia and teased my clit with his tongue. Soon I was writhing with desire. I wanted him to fuck me but he withdrew his tongue and stood up. Squirming with frustration I begged him not to stop. He bent over and kissed me then quickly clamped another clothespin on my throbbing clitoris. I cried out in pain and he kissed me again, deep and hard. “I have to go and get some shopping in or we will starve,” he said and I realized he was going to go out and leave me like this. “Please Master, don’t go,” I begged but he just shook his head. “A little pain will do you good” he grinned and headed for the door. I called for him to come back and started crying and pleading. “Looks like I will have to do something about all that noise” he said and left the room. I continued to complain in a loud voice, hoping he would come back and release me. He returned to the room shortly with something in his hands. I saw that he was carrying a ball gag in one hand and a riding crop in another. “You give me no choice but to shut you up,” he said fixing the gag in place. I yelled silently into the gag as he picked up the crop. “You really should learn to do as you are told you know, it would make your life easier. Having said that he brought the crop down hard across the top of my thighs. He whipped me hard and I lost count of the strokes. I wondered why he was angry with me. Finally, he stopped and removed the gag from my mouth. “You deserved that,” he said “for your lack of trust. Did you really think I would go out and leave you tied up when you had just been sick?” He scowled at me. “Do you really think I would do such a thing?” As swiftly as it had come, his anger dissipated. “Silly girl, I was only teasing you. I would never do such a thing.” He reached down and removed the clothespin from my clit the pulled the pins off my nipples. I was crying in earnest by this time and he produced a handkerchief and wiped my face. One by one, he undid the bonds holding me down and drew me into his arms. Seeing me shiver, he went into the bathroom and returned with a white toweling bathrobe and a wet facecloth. He helped me into the robe and wiped my face clean. “I can see you are chilly, so you may wear this while I go out. I suggest you go into the other room and watch tv or something until I return. I’ll make you a cup of tea to warm you.” Having said that, he picked me up and carried me to the seating area, placing me on the sofa. Going into the kitchen, he soon returned with a cup of tea and a plain cracker on a plate. “This should settle your stomach and prevent any further nausea.” “Thank you Master” I said. “I really do have to go out and get some shopping though. Will you be alright while I am gone?” “Yes Master,” I assured him. “Ok then, I will be as quick as I can.” He left the flat and I settled down to watch tv. I must have dozed for I awakened to hear Master’s key in the door. He came in with his arms loaded with grocery bags. Too late I realized I should have been kneeling at the door to greet him but I was half asleep still. He struggled through the door with his arms full of shopping bags and put them down on the kitchen counter. He strode over to me, a frown on his face. “Why were you not kneeling at the door to greet me?” “I’m sorry Master, I fell asleep.” “That’s no excuse,” he growled. “This goes in the punishment book too. I know someone who is going to have a very sore ass tonight” he grinned, his mood lightening. “Yes Master” I said, resigned to my fate and cursing that damned book silently. “Now we’ll forget about punishments for the moment and you can come and help me unpack the shopping.” Glad to drop the subject, I stood up and walked into the kitchen. He looked at me with disapproval. “Who told you to walk?” “Sorry Master” I apologized and dropped down on my hands and knees. “I want you to crawl back to the sofa and then crawl into the kitchen,” he said. “In the meantime, I will fetch the punishment book and add this latest disobedience to the list. You are growing careless and I’ll not have it. You can take off the robe too, I want you naked as you should be.” I took off the robe and draped it over a chair before dropping to my hands and knees. I crawled back to the sofa then crawled into the kitchen. “Good girl. Now sit up at the table while I unpack the groceries.” I sat up on one of the kitchen chairs and watched curiously to see what he had bought. He stocked up the cupboards with staples and put the perishables in the fridge. There was a plain brown paper bag that he put to one side. “What’s in there I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. “You will find out later,” he told me. First we have the matter of your punishment to deal with.” My heart sank as he ordered me down on my hands and knees. “You know where so go and get in position now,” he ordered. I reluctantly crawled to the antique table and stood up and bent over it. Might as well get this over with as quickly as possible. He quickly tied my wrists and ankles to the rings set in the table, but seemed to be in no hurry to start the punishment. He ran his hand over my ass as if deciding where to place the strokes for maximum effect. He went into the spare room and came back with a thin whippy cane, the kind that really stung. He has something else in his hand but I could not see what. It was only when I felt the lube he applied to my asshole and felt the butt plug shoved deep inside me that I realized what it was. My cunt started to throb and I was aroused, but I knew he had only done it to torment me. “Now” he said “it is time for your punishment. In case you forgot, I will tell you why you are being punished and how many strokes you will receive for each transgression. Firstly, you forgot to ask my permission to use the bathroom.” He paused. “That will be three strokes. You will receive another three strokes for failing to greet me at the door.” He looked at me. “Finally, you will receive another three strokes for failing to crawl to the kitchen. Does that seem fair?” “Yes Master” I replied, squirming from the sensations of the butt plug. “I see you are becoming aroused” he grinned. “We can’t have that or you will not feel the pain of your punishment properly. Only one thing to do about that” he said and disappeared again. He returned and I heard the buzz of a vibe. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt the tip of the dildo touch my throbbing clit. He twisted the butt plug and applied the vibe to my clit once more. My legs went weak as he held the vibe in place and the waves of orgasm washed over me. He removed the butt plug and switched off the vibe. “Now” he said “we can get on with your punishment with no distractions. He raised his arm and brought down the cane across my left cheek. I let out a cry as the whippy cane stung my ass. “Thank you Master.” He laid the next stroke across my thighs. “Thank you Master” He continued to whip me until I had taken six strokes, each more painful than the next. I begged him to stop but he raised his arm again and brought the cane down across my right cheek. “Thank you Master” I sobbed. The last two strokes hit me low on my thighs and I screamed out in pain. “Thank you Master.” Tears were pouring down my face by now. He put the cane down at last and undid my bonds. Helping me down from the table, he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. Laying me down on the bed, he climbed on top of me and slid his cock deep into my pussy as if he could wait no longer. There was no foreplay but I was wet and ready for him. He fucked me like a man possessed, hard and wild. I was on the brink and begged him “Please let me cum Master.” “No” he snarled “and if you cum without permission, I’ll whip you again.” “Please Master!” “No!” He was driving me wild. I knew I couldn’t hang on much longer, only the thought of the cane stopped me from coming. He shoved a finger up my asshole and I screamed with frustration. “Please Master!” “No my slave!” Finally, I felt him shoot his hot sperm deep inside me as he said; “Now you may cum.” My orgasm washed over me and I squealed in delight. My cunt contracted round his cock, milking him of every last drop. He threw the covers over us and we must have slept. When we woke it was dark.
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