When I typed the word a little thrill went down my back, and I smiled a contented, happy smile. I love her ofcourse, and think of her all the time. What would Mistress think? What would Mistress do? Is she happy? Is she painting? Is she thinking of her good boy so far away?
Look at her. The girl next door.I love her beautifull red hair. Sweet, demure, lost in her palate.I remember this day well.We spent the whole day in my room. Mistress painted, and I served her. I played dj keeping a flow of music on my stereo. (Mistress had two or three, must have cds, that she paints by.) I played her some favorites from my collection. And we talked, talked talked, thuroughly enjoying each other's company. I emptied her brush water when it became too cloudy, replacing it with fresh. Kept her supplied with paint rags. I cooked, and served breakfast, snacks, and lunch. And I found lost things, in the ever-shifting chaos, that is Ms Betty painting. She gets so lost in the creative process, that everything else disapears as soon as she lays it down. "Where's my blue, Terry?" She wouldn't hurt a fly.
A day or so earlier it was a completely different story. We had the house to ourselves, and Mistress was in a very differen't mood. A mood to hurt her boy,again, and again. She spanked me in almost every room of the house. She was ready to play. I was in the laundry room..whap! whap! whap! In the pantry after snacks..Whap! whap! whap! I was stood up against the front door in the living room,pants lowered, and spanked. A bit later at the sink things intensified. After a brisk, hard spanking bent over the kitchen counter, mistress spun me around, grabbed my thing, and led me into the bathroom, doing the pants down shuffle. Oh god I felt submissive!
"your not really in trouble..go with me." She said, pulling me into the bathroom. "Now young man we will deal with that filthy mouth of yours." She then proceeded to wet a rag,soap it, and wash out my mouth good! All over my tongue, my inner cheeks, all over. Ooh! "Spit." she ordered. "And rinse out your mouth."
I did as I was told. I was in naughty boy heaven. I used to marvel at guys talking about being aroused by having their mouthes washed out with soap. Now,lost in the moment, living the fantasy, I understood. As I stood with my elbows on the sink, and my pants around my ankles, she reached across over my back,and took the heavy plastic bathbrush off it's hook. She proceeded to blister my bare bottom. God that thing hurt! And she was a machine. Fast hard spank followed fast hard spank, until I was on fire. Mistress loves to make me beg.
Finally, she hung the bathbrush back on the shower caddy. My legs, and bare bottom were hot, red, and sore. She ordered me back to my room, pants around my ankles, where her implement bag lay. it was time to play rough....
