WIRED FOR STORY TIME

Mistress was so happy, and sweet. I guess that should have triggered a 'bunny alarm", but I was so happy to be able to talk to her, and spend time again, that I just basked in the glow, and was lulled into her "pounce". After a bit of small talk she told me she had the new book for storytime "Voyage To The Bunny Planet". That I needed to get my pants off, four closepins, and get them on my thing. EEP! I had almost forgotten the "teeth" in storytime. I made small talk as I scurried to find four clips in my implement bag. She was having none of that. I was told to "Hurry it up." Ooh! Her strict voice! It melts in my heart, and puts a chill down my back at the same time. I didn't know whether to whimper, or purr like a cat, but I hurried it up!

The story was sweet, and so was her voice in the telling of it. I could see her lovely copper hair, and slender little hands holding the book. There was a gentle smile in her voice. I was one happy bunny. Between personal situations in both of our lives, and losing the last book, we hadn't done storytime in ages!! All too soon it was over, and I was told "I'd better get those clips off." I had forgotten how much they hurt coming off. I gasped as I was reminded by the first one. I wanted to hurry, and get the rest off, but dreaded each one too much. Ooh! the burn! And down there too! EEP! I'm sure I made way more fuss than was necessary, but I do love to "sing" for Mistress. I didn't know it yet, but I was about to sing an opera.

I had anticipated a bit more pleasant conversation, and a "Goodnite little bunny", but Mistress had a completely different agenda. "Now Little Bunny mine I want you to reach into that little bag of yours, and get me out something loud." (POUNCE!) I was safely tucked away in the new bunny den. No privacy issues. No need to be quiet. No witnesses. I was doomed. Ooh.

I was beside myself with excitement! I dug around in my bag, prudently rejecting a couple of "Louisville sluggers", and selected one of those paddleball paddles. I knew as long as it had been that Mistress would want something she could swing "awhile", and I also knew that they are one of her favorites. The song "Hurts so good" was playing in the back of my mind.

"OK ." She said brightly. "Let's start out with fifty good hard swats on both cheecks of that little bottom of yours." This room is fourteen feet wide, and almost thirty feet long, with hardwood floors. It has the acoustics of a church. That little thin paddle sounded like a pistol shot! The room exploded with sound. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "OWIE!!" ...God, it stung like fire! I was in full voice from the begining, and fifty seemed like a very big number. I began to whimper between ow ow owies, and do the paddle dance. The song in the back of my mind was begining to change.

Mistress was just getting started. I was immediatley given fifty more on my now hot cheeks. I was soon crying. I became lost in the sound, and fire that thin little paddle was generating. Mistress made some clever conversation between that, and the next series, but all I heard was the number twenty five more, and each side... I was getting it. What ever I replied was very meek, and tearfull, punctuated with sniffs. Mistress was not finnished hurting her bunny yet.

I was told to scurry, and bring back the wire hand. One of Mistress's favorite new bunny scorchers. It is one of a pair of wire frames, made of coat hanger wire, to strech rubber gloves on to dry. God it hurts. It was time for the little fat bunny to sing. I was given twelve hard swats on each side with that evil evil thing. It wasn't "loud", but I was. I was in full voice. Each searing swat bringing out it's own note from me. I got scorched.

Later, my red hot bottom sitting on a hard wooden chair, I soothed, and comforted by my sweet mistress.We were happy. We were "home".

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

12 DAYS OF MISTRESS REPRISE.....

On the 12th Day of christmas mistress gave to me....

12 pins for cumming

11 licks a striping

10 more for peeping

9 ways of dancing

8 days of milking

7 swats a swinging

6 weeks a slaving

5 five on my thing!!!!!!

4 colored clips

3 whip flicks

2 paddle strokes

and a switching between my kneeeeeez......

thank ya...thankya ver much....

goodboy

PUNNISHED, AND PUT TO BED (PART 2)

I lay sobbing on my bed. Striped red, and burning from the candy strap. (A length of red, yellow, and blue braided plastic cut from a childs jump rope, and made into a fiery whip.)

The lesson having been "taught" (A private matter between Mistress, and I.)It was time to deal with a punnishment spanking I had coming, for falling asleep in church. Mistress usually uses a switch for this pacticular offense, but not having a fresh one available, she decided on using the rod instead. (For new readers,the rod is a thin whippy plastic switch that stings like pure fire.) The punnishment for falling asleep in church is to be whipped up, and down starting with 25 on my bottom,25 on the back of my thighs, and (oh god!!) 25 on my calves Then repeating the process in reverse. 25 more on my calves (oh god!), 25 on the back of my thighs, and ending with 25 on my bare bottom. (Mistress got started switching my calves, after reading that a reletive of her favorite author, Robert Heinlein, used to switch his.)

This punnishment is always an ordeal I dread. I hate being whipped on my calves. god it hurts! But tonight I was already on fire from the intense whipping I'd just recieved with the candy strap. I was red from my waist to my knees, and marked with stinging red welts. The heat from them actually making the sheet warm beneath me.

"Are you ready little bunny?" Mistress asked. "Oh please Mistress!" I begged. "It hurrts!" "Iknow, but we have to take care of this." She soothed. "Just a little longer, and it'll all be over." I just cried. I thought of asking for a reprieve. I even thought of using a safe word. But the personal shame of doing that to get out of punnishment was worse to me than the whipping to come.
Mistress started in on my burning bottom, the rod bringing fresh fire. I wiggled, I Moaned. I begged. Mistress whipped.
It continued on my thighs, with the rod's raised welts overlaying the hot red lines from the strap. God it hurt! I was sweating.
Then the lightening began on my calves. I knew it wouldn't change anything, but I pleaded anyway. "Oh please ma'am!" "Almost done little bunny." after a brief rest to catch my breath the final fiery trip back up my legs began. I felt lost in an endless whipping. Sobbing like a child. At last it ended.

I was allowed to rub, and to sit on my wooden chair. (A kinky pleasure Mistress indulges me in...I love the feel of the cool smooth wood on my hot striped bottom, and legs!) "OOOOH!" I whimpered. Sitting hurt. We spoke briefly. Mistress soothing, and comforting her goodboy. I felt incredibly submissive! Small. I was clingy, and very meek.

"I think you need your sleep little bunny." Mistress said. "Get your bunny, and get on your bed. Mistress is going to go ahead, and tuck you in." I started to cry all over again. "Do I haveta go to bed ma'am?" I wailed. I had napped earlier, and was wide awake. Plus being put to bed right after a spanking felt like I was still being punnished. Mistress was sweet, but firm. "I think Bunny needs his sleep baby. So get that hot little bottom on your bed."
Mistress told me goodnight, and that she loved me very much, which took some of the sting out of it. But I still lay in the dark hugging my big blue bunny, and crying for awhile. :(

PUNNISHED, AND PUT TO BED

When the phone rang,I checked the caller id, knowing who it was. I was in trouble.
"Hello?" I said. I felt very contrite. "Hello little bunny" she answered.
I heard obvious affection in Mistress's voice, but she was all business. I was made to go to the bathroom, get my door closed & locked, and stripped. It was punnishment time.
I was told to get the candy strap, and get on the bed. "Lets start with fifty, good, and hard, on that bottom." Mistress set me on fire! God, that thing hurts!I began to cry. After those were finnished she moved to the backs of my thighs, and started a fire there with fifty strokes with that strap. Then it was back to my burning bottom for fifty more, and back to my thighs. I began to beg.
"Please?" I whimpered, in the smallest voice I could manage. Mistress continued to rain fire on my bare bottom, and legs. I was sobbing openly now.
"Fifty more on those thighs Bunny." she said quietly. "Oh please!" I cried. "Now!" Her voice was hard. I moaned, but complied. My legs, and bottom were hot. With new lines of fire being added relentlessly. I was being taught a lessen. And the lesson was going to be learned. I lost track of the number of strokes after awhile, and just cried & begged in a red fog of pain.

Finally it stopped. I was allowed to rest for a bit, and catch my breath. Then it was time for the rod...
((to be continued....))

MY BUNNY

I recieved a belated birthday present recently. Mistress was tight lipped about what it was. "You'll see what it is when it gets there little bunny." She told me on the phone, the day she mailed it. "Just be sure your alone when you open it." OOH. That put my mind in delightfull overdrive! What was going to be in that box from Mistress?? Handcuffs? Some new implement to be spanked with? Something kinky I knew, or why should I be alone when I opened it? I began anxiously watching the mail. Counting the days on my calender. Wondering.

And then the day came! I hurried into my room clutching the box to my chest, and locked my door. I couldn't get it open! Too much tape! Where's my knife? Finally it was open, and there he was. MY BUNNY.My big blue bunny! He was huge! (over two feet tall) As big as a small child.And, OOH! His hands were tied. (I put the rope in my implement bag)He is wearing a HOGWARTS School Of Magic And Witchcraft t-shirt (AW) He was holding a plastic spatula. (It broke the first time we used it, oh well.) As soon as I had him untied (ooh mistress!) I hugged him to my chest, and murmerd to him. "My Bunny." And that's who he is. Bunny.

I read the hand written note from Mistress, and began to cry. She had taken a plastic heart , and sewn it into his chest. My bunny had a real heart. put into him, with love, from Mistress. How beautifull! How thoughtfull! The love, and effort that went into this, very personal, gift! I was, and am, so deeply touched.

I fell in love with him immediately. He is a real, physical representation ,of the deep bond of affection Mistress has for me. I sleep with him every night. I get on my bed, and cuddle him. I've held him to my chest when I was sick, and afraid. I put a Chicago Cubs hat on him (just like mine), and we watch the Cubs. I've had him on my lap when I was chatting with Mistress on Yahoo Messenger. When I leave for work I put the remote in his lap, and say. "Watch what you want buddy." Kiss him on the head, and leave. I am unashamedly in love with my bunny. Even when I don't go to sleep with him in my arms, I always wake up with him there. I go to him in my sleep.

I think he misses Mistress a little though.

Grab Bag

So little bunny and I have added a new game to the mix. We call it grab bag spanking. Basically he closes his eyes, reaches into the toy bag and pulls out whatever he touches first. Then I decide how many he gets with it and where.

We both enjoy the suspense of the unknown this has added to our playtime. I'm enjoying the extra challenge of improvising a spanking with whatever comes out. I think it is quickly becoming our favorite game.

Here bunny, bunny, bunny! >:)

Ms. Betty

Ow! She..Ow! Loves..Ow! Ow! Me..OWW!

I won't say what it was for personal reasons, but I did something the other night, that had potentially fatal consequences. An accident, a very stupid lapse of saftey, with a dangerous possesion.I had told a mutual friend of ours (Hi Jon!)during a phone conversation, and he joked that if he told Ms Betty that she would whip me good. Knowing he was right I begged him not to. He laughingly assured me that my secret was safe with him. So what did I do? I told on my self.
Oh I passed it off as a joke on myself. I told myself she would just share in the humor of it all. But I think I knew all along what her reaction would be. What I wanted it to be. What I needed it to be. I had done something stupid, and dangerous. Scared myself. And I needed to be punnished, so I wouldn't forget, and just laugh it off. I needed to remember this.
The effect on our conversation was immediate. Gone was the playfull banter. Her voice hardened, focused. I was in trouble. She wasn't mad, her lecture wasn't harsh, and there was none of the scorn that signals that I've let her down. This was differen't. And then she said it. "How do think I'd feel if I lost my Bunny?" I had scared her! Even through the disapointment, and frustration with me, I could hear it in her voice.
A mix of emotions played for my attension. Fear. Affection. Shame.Happiness. Mistress loves me...
"Get that door closed, and get your pants off." Fear won. "Get out your candy strap." Yep definitely fear. I was about to get my wish. I wouldn't forget this. No long lecture, no warm up. Mistress began laying that strap to my bare bottom hard. I began to vocalize from the first searing stripe. When she had set me ablaze there she moved down to the backs of my thighs. Begging, and crying began. God she was whipping me! I wiggled. I howled. I pleaded. Mistress whipped.
"now get that ping pong paddle" She said. And then the lecture began. Her voice had that focused lazer edge, that says "You will not forget this messege" She set me on fire with that paddle. Baking in the welts, as I cried, and pleaded. With my legs, and bottom striped,and crimson, I was told to turn off my computer. I was going to bed..now.
"I want you to remember this young man"
And I will ma'am. I promise.

Pounced!!

9:30a.m.
"I feel like pouncing a bunny" She said. "Get your clothes off"
So here I sit on my smooth, cool, hard wooden chair, naked except for her collar. My thighs, and bare bottom hot, and red from her big wooden spoon. I'm not allowed to dress. I'm allowed to "tickle" but not to cum. "I have some things to do little bunny, We'll talk later." The game begins again.
I can't think of anything but Mistress. I'm naked. I see the sunshine outside, but can't go out. The feeling of being a prisoner in my house adds to the deep submission I feel. I prowl the house restlessly, feeling so vulnerable. I just cleaned out the catboxes the spilled litter grinding into my bare knees. Ooh.

12:15p.m.
"I'll have the grilled bunny please." She said sweetly. We exchanged a bit of conversation, and then. "Go find that switch It's time to grill a bunny." I scurried to comply feeling incredibly submissive! "I have the switch ma'am."
She wasted no time. She put me on the bed, and proceeded to set me on fire all over with the switch. My sore bottom, and the backs of my thighs were first. Then she went between them with the switch. After twenty-five scorching lines on each inner thigh, she switched my thing on the sensitive underside just below the head, as I wiggled , and cried out with each one.
"God it's so hard Mistress!" I gasped as she rained fire on it with the switch. She said. "ofcourse mistress's toy heard her call."
She left me striped red all over, tickling my hot sore thing, warning me not to have any "accidents."

12:55p.m.
Oh god!! I had barely started drafting the last paragraph, when She was back! I whimpered. "hello?" "Get that ping pong paddle." And I was quickly put back on the bed where I was soundly blistered. god she paddled me! I was told to put the paddle away, and allowed to rub, before being returned to the chair. "Ooh mistress." I gasped as my sore bottom made contact with the wood. "Spanked, whipped all over, and spanked again." She agreed, and after giving me instructions to post an answer to some questions on another blog she left me to my own devices (naked,striped,red), knowing more was coming.

1:30p.m.
More came. "Flyswatter." came the order. "lets start with 12 good, and hard on that thing." I lay naked, my legs open, it was time to "sing" for Mistress. I gasped, and cried out with each fiery sting on the head of my shaft. Then she whipped the back of my thighs, and bare bottom, the swatter stung like mad on my already sore nakedness. "Put the swatter away, and you can rub, and tickle." she teased. "You want to sit on your chair?" (She knows me so well) She left me to wonder what she would do next. And when.
So here I sit, naked, trying to concentrate on my Cubbies. They have the Bluejays 7-0 in the 6th inning. All i can think about though is how striped, and sore I am. And the fact that Mistress said we hadn't even begun...
3:02p.m.
Oh god oh god oh god! "Go get ice" she said. I returned to my room with a bowl of icecubes, and was made to apply a cube to my bare bottom until it melted, then whipped with the rod on my freshly iced rear. God it hurt!! And it went on. OOh! Fire, and ice.
Then she made me apply the ice to my thing. I moaned. I cried out. I wiggled like a fish out of water. "Be sure to get it good all over." she told me. "Sides, top,bottom, are you getting that head good?" "Oh god, yes ma'am!" I half gasped half moaned. "Good bunny." " Now take another cube, and run it over those balls."
As much as I was vocalizing by now I'm surprized the neighbors didn/t hear. That ice being applied to my balls felt like cold fire, and after a bit they began to ache from the cold. Leaving no stone unturned I was made to run Ice up, and down my crack.OH MY GOD! I arched my back raising completely off the bed as the ice touched me "there" (god I'm blushing like a schoolboy)
Another cube was applied to my shaft again making me moan, and oooh. Then it was trailed up my chest. It was time for some nipple torture. Both nipples were iced good, and whipped hard with the rod. I began to cry. God it hurt! My little nipples are incredibly sensitive. It was only twelve each side, but seemed to go on forever. Mistress was working her boy over good today. She moved back down to my shaft, and after icing it with another cube, she made me get out the candy strap, and set my icecold penis ablaze! God she whipped it! I howled. When she finnished this session I was hard as a rock, and limp as a dishrag. I layed, and whimpered.
Another session was coming.
5:18p.m.
"I'm thinking hairbrush."she said by way of greeting."The oval one hanging on your wall." Oh Oh oh! Kept naked, except for her collar, all day. Spanked, whipped, tortured, and spanked, and whipped some more. mmmmmmmmmmmm. She proceeded to light me up with that brush. bottom, thighs,bottom, thighs, until I felt like I was sitting on a hot iron. "Ok little bunny do you want to rub, or sit on your chair?" she laughed when I said both. Then I made a request, and was granted permission to get out my spikey matt, and sit my freshely seared bottom, and lergs on it. I was lightly tickling my hard shaft on the sensitive underside, quietly moaning, and enjoying the burn of the spikes on my hot bottom, when Mistress told me to get out my massager..MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
But I was not allowed to cum. Mistress was not through with me yet.
8:20 pm
"you know that short leather strap you have in your bag?Get that."
So again I found myself on the bed being whipped. she started on my inner thighs,and as usual I started off not too impressed with that little strap. Oh it stung a little, but the flyswatter hurts worse. Then she started in on my nipples. I was crying by the third stroke. I quickly gained respect for that little piece of leather, moaning and wiggling as finnished the left, and started in on the right. I was howling by the time she shifted down to my shaft. For the forth time today my thing was whipped hot, and red.It burned with every stroke,but every third, or fourth blow landed on the head bringing an incredible sting! I was so hard.
"Ok little bunny." Mistress said when it was over."Do you want to rub?" I told her I'd rather tickle it. She knows I love to tickle it when it's sore from her attention. But I was still not allowed to cum. Mistress wasn't through hurting me yet..

10:26p.m.
Her messenger window opened on my cpu with one word..POUNCE!! After I answered her the next messege was just as short.GET YOUR RULER. I asked..FLEXIBLE? AsI was reading her answer of YES. The phone rang. She took that flexible rubber ruler to my bare backside, and inner thighs until I was crying again. God that thing hurts! She went after the backs of my thighs for a bit, then returned to my inner thighs leaving me red, hot, and sobbing. I was allowed to rub (and tickle). And told she wasn't through yet.

11:02p.m.
Mistress said she had spagetti for dinner. "Hmmn."" she mused. "Spagetti is kinda stringy..Lets get that penis whip you made. (I MADE IT OUT OF LEATHER, AND ROUND CLOTH SHOE LACES. THE HANDLE IS A DUCT TAPED CLOTHESPIN. THE KNOTS AT THE END OF THE FALLS STING LIKE MAD) she went to work on my thing with that penis whip. The fifth whipping my shaft had felt today. I was quickly thrashing, and moaning again. Not6 wanting to leave anything out Mistress whipped my inner thighs a while, before returning to my thing. being sure the top,bottom, sides, and head were given attension. I howled.
Now it's 12:04a.m. I am waiting again for mistress. She said I haven't had the grand finale' yet....
12:12p.m.
'I want you to get that belt." she said. "Which ever one you see first." It turned out to be my reversable one. It's narrower, but thicker than the wide one. they both hurt about the same. "now mistress instructed."Were going to go back, and forth cheeck to cheek till I stop. Good, and hard." The belt fell hard. All over my bare backside, and my thighs. God it was hurting! I was soon in tears again. Moaning. Crying out at paticularly hard strokes, or ones that caught a sensitive place. I didn't think it was ever going to end. I was still sobbing after it did.
"Now i want you to kneel in the middle of the floor, and I want you to ask me for one more spanking. I did as I was told. Feeling incredibly submissive. Whipped. Spanked. Tortured. Teased.
"Mistress." I said in a very small voice. "Will you give me another spanking..please!" I was told to get the ketchup paddle. (THATS A BIG HEAVY PADDLE THAT USED TO BE A HIENZ KETCHUP THERMOMETER. I was crying hard by the third swat, and there were 15 more to go. Sobbing, and sniffling I was made to kneel naked in the middle of my room, and masturbate until I came. It only took a few minutes. I was conquered. Whipped. teased. spanked.tortured, on, and off for 15 hours. Five differen't stingy implements used on my thing. I spurted three times. god it felt so good! So embarrassing. mistress made me clean up my sticky mess. It is time to put me to bed.
terry

Mistress's toy

Oh god!! Last night mistress said "I haven't decided yet what I'm going to do."She laughed evily."I may spank you. I may not. I may whip your thing, and make you write mistress's toy on it, before you go into work."
She decided this morning. Ooh. She set my bottom, and the backs of my thighs on fire with her big wooden spoon. Then she moved in between them, and blistered my inner thighs too.
"Now."she said. "Lets do 12 good, and hard on that shaft with that spoon." I cried out with every one. God it hurt! More followed until my thing was hot, red, and hard. Then, true to her word, she made me write Mistress's toy on the side of my shaft!
All day at work my sore inner thighs reminded me of her spanking. My mind kept going back to this morning, and Mistress's toy was hard most of the day. God i feel so submissive! Her toy.
-Terry-

Mistress

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....

Chain Of Command

I don't believe in bratting. Never have. I personaly think it is disrespectfull. It is my submission to Mistress that brings me my bliss. How could I bait her for attension, or abuse, and truley call myself submitted? It doesn't work for me.
Early on in our relationship we established who was the cat, and who was the mouse (bunny?) in the game we play. When I finally totally surrendered to her authority ,the friction between us vannished. She was resolute. She would have nothing else.
And that is the way it still is between us to this day. When I forget my place punnishment is swift, and memorable. For minor breaches I might find myself getting a hot lengthly paddling. Worse case scenario finds me naked,kneeling, in the corner on the sharp little nubs of my punnishment matt..My bottom & thighs hot, and striped red. Order resumed.
That isn't to say we don't have our ways of comunicating my desire for play. From the begining Mistress has told me that if I wanted, or needed a spanking, to just ask her. And we've established a couple of "safe" ways for me to get playfull corporal attension without taunting, or trying to make her irritated enough to spank me.
It was established on her 360 page months ago that bad puns, or jokes would be grounds for spankings. Mistress would "applaud" my efforts with the ping pong paddle. The sound of one hand clapping as it were. So occasionally a comedey blog of cheesey jokes appears on 360, resulting in a "rabbit roasting." Hmmmnn. It's been a pretty good while since the last one too.
Being the little scamp that I am, I sometimes sing that commercial.."their ain't no bugs on me" using my own words. There ain't no rods on meeeeee their ain't no rods on meeeeeee
there might be rods on some of you sods...but there ain't no rods on meeeeeee!!!
(a reference to "the rod" a painfull plastic switch I have in my toybag) Sometimes this would get me a switching, sometimes a..."Carefull Little Bunny!" from Mistress. OOh. I love a scolding from Mistress, when I'm not in trouble. It was decided last week though that my singing that song would bring out the rod every time. Mistress decided that that way I could have another "safe" way to ask for play. remembering ofcourse that Mistress plays rough.
I was feeling friskey the other night, and actually sang it a second time.EEP! Mistress set me on fire with that rod. I waas through singing for the night. Striped red hot, and feeling so submissive! I slept with her hairbrush clutched in my hand. My hand next to my heart.
We were discussing this game of "cat, and Mouse" we play last night. The fact that the only way to win the game is to be the cat.
"Who always wins the game?" she asked me playfully?"
As David Crosby said.."Choice is your souls moment for it's light to shine." Feeling very scampish, and in my "little" voice I answered.."DA Bunny!!!"
The answer was electric. "GET that rod!" Gone was the playfull tone. "Ma'am?" I asked nervously. "Fetch!" "Now."
I quickly found myself bare, and striped red. 25 hard strokes on the backs of my thighs. Fifty on my sitspots just as hard. Leaving me whimpering.
"Now" She said. "Who always wins little bunny mine?" The playfull tone was back. Order re established.
In a very small voice I answered her.
"You always win Mistress."