Punishment For My Transgressions

"Pull up your skirt and put your hands flat against the wall," said Sir.
I am in the dark space allowed to me by the silky blindfold across my eyes, shivering with anticipation.
I feel his hands wandering languidly over my round bottom, my back and my neck before he forcefully pulls my slinky dress over my head.
He runs the sharp blade in the same path his hands had taken. Stopping just short of my moistening slit. I hear him put the knife down and pick up something else.
"Have you been a good girl this week?" He asks smoothly.
"No Sir," I say with a tremble.
"I can't hear you!" Whack! I feel the sharp stinging rain of the flogger across my back.
"Where. You. A. Good. Girl?" Each word accentuated with a hard snap of leather to my skin.
"No, Sir!" I cry.
"I am going to punish you for your bad behavior. You will count every paddle aloud and should you lose count...Well, I guess we'll just have to start from the beginning then. Won't we, sweet?
Before I can answer there comes the first familiar smack of the paddle, hard across my backside.
"One!"
There is a series of strikes alternating paddle and hand, each more forceful than the last. Twenty-three in all.
I do not lose count, but by the end I can feel the force of the blows throughout my whole body, as unconsciously my body leans in hungrily for more.
The twenty-fourth blow is unexpected as I am trying to catch my breath.
"That was for not thanking me for your discipline," He says. I can hear the grin in his voice and I smile in turn.
"Thank you, Sir for correcting my behavior."
"You're welcome, my love. Now kneel."
He takes my nipples into a hard pinch and I squeal as he pulls on them and rolls the nubs between his fingers, nearly orgasming. I've always had extremely sensitive nipples.
"Ah, you like this, don't you?"
"Yes," I moan.
His hand at my throat snaps my head back against him.
"Yes, what?" he growls.
"Yes! Yes, I like this Sir!"
"Good girl." He pushes me forward so I am laying with my face to the floor, knees propping my ass high into the air, and places the Magic Wand in my hand.
"Turn it on, place it against your clit and don't turn it off until I say."
I do as he asks and feel the first ripple of orgasm within a few moments. He reaches around and turns the vibe up higher. He has one hand around my throat possessively and uses the other to push his length into my wetness.
"This body is mine! *SMACK* This heart is mine! *SMACK* Your orgasms belong to me! *WHACK* You Belong To Me!" he growls as he grinds in and out of me relentlessly.
I am on the verge. I am flying.
"Who are you?" he demands.
"I...I am yours, Sir! I am YOURS!" I stutter in a half sob, half moan.
"Cum for me. Cum with me...NOW."
I am shattering in his hands. My whole body is shaking as I release a river of love all around us. I think I am crying. I'm sure I am laughing. I don't know how long I lay there shivering in his arms afterwards. His hands once rough, now gently brushing over my face and smoothing my hair.
All I know is that in this moment, in this time there is no one I would rather be loved by than my Sir.
Oh, how I love our Wednesday nights.

Until next time...xoxo
Bliss