OW! HAPPY 0W! BIRTH OW! DAY OW! MISTRESS

I thought our conversation for the night was over when Mistress returned to the subject of her birthday. I knew what was in the wings. (EEP!) In her sweet as honey, teasing voice, I was asked if my door was closed, and invited to get the candy strap out of my bag. Ooh. Mistress wanted to play, and with one of the most painfull implements in my bag.
As soon as I was on my bed, pants off, she bagan. I was given thirty-one hard strokes on each cheek of my bared bottom. I was whimpering, and gasping right out of the gate. I had forgotten just how much that piece of braided plastic jump rope hurt!! OH GOD! Every stroke left a vivid searing stripe on my wriggling round butt.. It seemed to last forever. I was crying long before the last one. But Mistress was just getting started.
“Let’s see if we can dig out that groove strap Little Bunny” I quickly moved to comply rummaging through the paddles, rulers, and implements of..er..mass? Destruction. I found the lethal thing. (For those of you who don’t know, the “groove strap” is a tiny hollow piece of rubber tubing with a very flexible hard plastic inside of it. I found the two separate pieces, and put them together when I was still switching. I had intended to use it to spank women in “the groove” so to speak, thus the name.) God it hurts!
Mistress put it to use striping the backs of my thighs. Thirty- one more strokes! I was moaning, and crying out from the first fiery lash. I tossed my head from side. I thrashed on my bed. I fought to keep the stroke count as the fiery lines mounted on my bare legs. I finished , and lay sobbing on my bed. But Mistress had one final surprise for her, now very submissive boy. She just said one word, and I knew what was coming..
“Fly swatter.” “yes ma’am.” I replied, my voice a whisper.
OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD…My thoughts racing, I dug it out. “I have it Ma’am.” I told her in a trembling voice.
“Good.” came that honey voice. of her's ”Thirty-one on that shaft. Medium strength.”
I moaned loudly with each one. Fire, and lighting rained on my most sensitive place. I was getting hard by the third swat. It hurt SO GOOD! I jerked with each one, and cried out. OOH! OH GOD! OOOOOOOOH!
I was like a rock. Which, of course, made it hurt worse. I again fought to keep count, almost lost in the pain/pleasure, and wave of submission I was riding. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Finally it was over. I was sitting on my hard wooden chair, basking in the red striped heat of Mistress’s pleasure. I wished her a happy birthday. She thanked me, and as she was saying goodnight, she said. “I know what you like to do with a sore thing.” “Goodnight little bunny.” MMMMMM. She was right, it was time to start tickling my sore thing. I came twice before I lay down to sleep.

BUNNY

ORDER RESTORED

We had disagreed the night before. Never a wise thing for me to do. And when the phone had clicked dead in my ear, I knew I had taken it too far. I expected to be ignored soundly for a day or two for my cheek. Work, fatigue, life had woven it's way into the distance between us. I hadn't been touched by Mistress in play, or discipline, in some time. I returned to my book for an hour or two, and went to bed.


As soon as I heard her voice on the phone I knew I was in trouble. No goodmorning, no hello.
"Good your awake." she said crisply. "Are the folks still in bed?" I meekly mumbled that they were, expecting to hear her tell me to shut my door, or get an implement from my bag. I got another surprise. "Go cut me a switch." A thrill of fear went thru me as I hurried to obey. Her tone brooked no nonsense. I thew my clothes on, and leaving my morning coffee steaming on my desk, scurried out into the cool of the morning.



I reported back with a long supple switch a good two feet long, and was grilled about the time I was taking. What was I doing? Was I stalling? Ooh. I knew Iwas fixing to get it. I explained that I hadn't been dressed when she called. "I see." She said. "Well now you can get undressed again." I was stripped completely naked, and told to "get my little bottom on that bed." The switch began it's work. Fire rained down on me. she wore me out in increments of fifty on each cheek. I began to whimper.


After what seemed an age she left my burning backside, and began working over the backs of my thighs. OH GOD!! That was worse! The switch burned lines of fire down my legs. I began using the word please. It was ignored. I began to cry. Mistress alternated thighs, again in groups of fifty. " OH GOD!" I cried. 'Please?" I began to lose track of time. Lost in a rythum of pain.


And then she was talking to me. Asking me questions. I sobbed, and tryed to keep my answers down to yes, or no ma'am. That never works. Mistress has specific answers she expects to hear. I got one wrong, and found myself on the wrong end of the switch again. Fifty more on my flaming tail..then fifty more.. "OH GOD!" I wailed. "Don't you oh god me!" she answered,
moving back to my legs. I finally just broke down sobbed. And that was what Mistress had been waiting for. She continued a bit to make her point, and then it was over.



"Do you argue with me?" "Do you give me attitude?" I got all the questions right this time. Order had been restored.



Thank you Ma'am

from your happy, sore, very submissive Bunny

ACED ON THE PADDLEFIELD

We had visited where Mistress works. I was introduced to a few co-workers , and sent off to find the book section. I went looking at the stuffed bunnies first (eep eep), and then the toys, and games. Being a collector at heart (aka -packrat), I quickly found myself in the knick knack isle. There amongst the small bookshelves,carved boxes,and picture frames..etc, I found the "ace of spades". It was 4 or 5 inches wide, 10 inches long, and a good inch thick. It was a wooden paddle shaped like an ace of spades! I knew Mistress's eyes would light up when she saw this. I smacked my palm experimentally with it..ooh. it stung!

Later, as we made our way to her apt. in the cool Denver evening I spotted an old familiar friend, Orion was sailing low in the western sky. We were happy! Enjoying being together, discussing our "treasures", and our day. I saw that mischevious gleam in Mistress's eyes as she took out her new toy. As we crossed an asphault parking lot she began playfully swatting my backside with it. Mmmmm. It stung so good! We walked we talked, she smacked. By the time we had crossed the street into the vacant field by her apts. the sting had become serious. And so we crossed the "paddlefield" as it is now forever named. Mistress making her bunny hop, and yip with an ever increasing flurry of paddle swats. At one point she took my elbow, and stopped me. And I got a good spanking standing there under the stars. Ooh..that thing stings! She laid it on good too. By the time we got home my butt was red hot! But mistress wasn't finnished with me. I soon found myself bent over her couch, pants taken down, where I was soundly spanked to tears with a leather strap! OUCH!

Sure does make a bunny wish he was in Denver.....

THE SECOND CANING

The second caning was different from the first. The first one was sensual. It was a painfull treat for us both. This one was for Mistress, and I was just along for the ride. Ooh..What a ride. Mistress was wearing jeans, and a t shirt this time. She was all business. She told me to pile some pillows on the edge of the bed. As I turned from the task I saw the handcuffs in her hand.
"Here." she said. Her eyes were shining. I held out my wrists, and a thrill went up my spine as I became her prisoner.

She ordered me over the pillows. It was clumsy with my hands in the cuffs, making my submission complete. I whimpered, buring my face in my arms. I was deliciously scared! Tap..tap..TAP..TAP...FIRE!!! A line of fire lanced through me! My head jerked up as I cried out hoarsley. I was getting a whipping. Tap..tap..tap TAP... "OOHHHHHH!!" The scream was torn from me. Mistress calmed me. Encouraged me. I buried my face in the covers, crying softly.

Tap..tap..tap TAP TAP..TAP..."OH GOD!! I was sobbing openly now. my head flopping from side to side. I was in doubt of myself. Could I Take anymore? I had to. Mistress had said four, and four it would be. "One more little Bunny." Her voice was a sweet counterpoint to the fiery lines on my bare bottom. Tap..taptaptap..tap..TAP TAP...aughhhhh!! OH GOD!! I buried my face again to muffle my cries. My wrists were wet with tears. Eyes closed, I waited on Mistress's pleasure.

I felt her little hands on me. Raising me to my knees. Opening them..ICE!!! I squirmed in pleasure, as she ran first one cube, and then the other, cooling the fire. "MMMMMMMMM." If I had been a cat I would have been purring. She ran her hand over me. My bottom, my back, my shoulders. Murmuring praise about her 'brave little Bunny' I was happy. The third cube began it's trace over my hot bottom. Back, and forth across. Following the red lines. Mmmm...

ICE!!!!! Running around the rim...down to my scrotum,,EVERYWHERE! "Oh god!" "Oh Mistress!!" Inside me!! I writhed in pleasure, and pain, as the ice became an ache deep inside me. Mistress followed with another cube. "oh god!" " OH MISTRESS!" I babbled.......

Lying spent , hands still cuffed, I looked into Mistress's smiling, laughing eyes. You liked that eh?

I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU LIKE IT

"I'm going to make you like it." I'll never forget when she said that the first time. A wave of submission washed over me. Ooh. Bliss. She was talking about the cane, and her voice was honey in my ears causing ripples of fear,and delight! She was going to hurt me..and make me like it. Oh god. I'd watched, and listened to lots of canings in videos.(Lots of crying-n-begging going on too.) I'd seen picture after picture of hot angry looking cane welts. "I'm going to make you like it."

I was scared. I was mouth completely dry scared. "Mistress?" I stammered in a very small voice. "Can bunny get a drink of water please?" "Make it quick." her reply was terse. I made it very quick. With my hands trembling I stood at the sink drinking, my eyes locked on the cane like it was a snake. Back on the bed I saw her eyes change. She layed the cane on the bed. The smile that came to her lips was small, but her eyes were shining! I watched those wonderfull slender fingers move to the bottons of her top.

In the dim glow of the lamps I watched her lovely pale ivory tummy slowly revealed to me. She was wearing the red bra! Oh! My heart raced. I didn't know where to look. Mistress's face was beautifull. Full of the joy of a woman totally in her element. My delight in her was reflected in her happiness. Her hair was Burnished red copper. I drank in the sight of her in that lacey red bra as she lay her top down, and reached for her skirt. I was in heaven. The cane forgotten. I was all caught up in the incredible tease of Mistress in her red bra, and panties, then she picked it up.

I was affraid of it. But I was determined. Mistress said Iwas going to like it, and there was no way I was going to let her down. She tapped my bare bottom with it, one side, and the other, and slid it lightly down the outside of my thigh. Oh god. It wasn't a tickle, or a carress, it was delightfully both! Up it came, sliding along my inner thigh, when she touched my balls I gasped. She began to gently spank me with the cane. Tap tap..SNAP! A harder one. Then tap tap tap..snap! She was slowly building the intensity. I was getting lost in the sensuality of it. I was being whipped by a beautifull young woman in her bra, and panties. MMMMM. Two harder strokes brought me back..I heard the cane cut the air, and pure white hot fire tore a scream from me! I jerked upright as if struck by lightning. Then her discipline returned to me, and I fell back on the bed. Bottom in the air, face buried in the covers, I sobbed. When I had calmed the tapping began again.

I looked over my shoulder. Ooh. That tiny red lace triangle framed by the soft curves of her thighs. I fought to keep my eyes down, and not make eye contact. Mistress's red hair called me..snap! Tap tap tap..snap..tap tap tap..Two more sharp warning taps, and fire!!! I cried out horsely, and sobbed, but held position this time. (Being the naughty bunny I am I looked back over my shoulder again, as she let me gather myself.) I Expected the third, and final stroke would be the hardest.I was shaking like a leaf. Could I take another? Would I shame myself, and use a safe word? NO! I steeled myself. Burying my face in the covers..waiting.
The tapping began again. It seemed to me that the intensity was building faster this time. When I f elt the warning taps I jerked. Mistress never let on, but returned to tapping gently. She slowly brought the level back up. I shamelessly arched my back, and presented my bottom to her. When the warning taps finally came I stayed limp and..CRACK! Pain exploded across my bottom, and I was whimpering. Crying.

Then I was in her arms, my forhead, being kissed. Her fingers gentle in my hair. Her soothing voice telling me how brave I was, and that it was all over now. I was so happy to have pleased mistress! And I Felt very small, innocent, and safe in her arms.

TERRY

BUNNY IS IN DENVER!!!!!!

Oh eep!! eep eep eep! Bunny is at Mistress's house(HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!) My trip was smooth as glass, and I spotted the most beautifull red hair in the world a hundred feet from the bus terminal :) I already have some new stripes ooh. I am a happy bunny

OH MISTRESS!!

Your boy is getting very excited ma'am. soon to be returning to your presence. awaiting your pleasure.sharing your company. ooh. the teasing promise of pain, and delight in your voice, on the telephone. "be sure to pack mistress a couple of fresh switches little bunny."

IT'S REAL IT'S REAL IT'S REAL!!!!

Mistress bought my tickets. It's really going to happen. In less than a month I'll be in Denver. YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP!!!!
I AM ONE HAPPY BUNNY!!!!!!

EEP EEP!!

YUP YUP