What’s Red and White and Striped All-Over?
My ass that’s what. I got caned again today.
About two months ago, Master bought an espresso machine. One of those nice big ones by Breville that costs more than it really should. (Seriously great espresso, seriously steep price). The condition was that we wouldn’t buy any more Starbucks because now we had this great machine instead. (And since I used to work as a Barista, I know how to make most of the drinks on the menu).
Master also says I’m allowed to do what I want with my allowance. So for the past two months, any time I’m out and about and I feel in the mood I would stop by Starbucks, spend my own money and get a great latte. (Sometimes for inspiration on making different drinks at home, sometimes just because I was too lazy to drive home and make my own in between errands).
Earlier today Master said he wanted to run to Home Depot to get some materials. When he got in the car he frustratingly moved stuff out of the passenger seat (my purse, my jacket and stuff) and he found a starbucks straw wrapper.
“What is this?” he asked in a tone that told me I was already in trouble.
I did the first thing that popped in my head, I lied. I told him I’d gotten a gift card from a friend for Starbucks and so I treated myself. He went dead silent and just looked straight ahead.
I don’t know about you all, but when someone gives me the silent treatment I stupidly keep rambling on and on hoping to get a reaction out of them. I came up with this super elaborate story that explained every aspect of the lie in the best way I could think of all the while telling myself to shut the hell up (didn’t work). Finally we arrive at Home Depot and Master says “We’re here to buy tools for making a spanking bench. You have until the end of this shopping trip to tell me the truth or your punishment will be more severe.” And then he stalked off towards the construction isles.
At first I calculated all the ways I could make this story seem more real. Then I thought about what kinds of punishments he might give and tried to decide if they would be worse than trying to continue the lie or if continuing the lie would be worse than telling the truth. Finally I decided to just tell him the truth, but just as I got up the nerve some super helpful Home Depot employee decided to ask what we were building.
My face got bright red, and I looked at Master because I wasn’t sure if I should even answer. Master smirked and turned away leaving me to blush and come up with a non-lie (somehow I knew this was a test) and yet not a full truth about what we were building. “Um. A bench” I finally answered, again looking at Master for approval. He nodded once and then went off down the bolts and screws isle, leaving me standing there feeling pretty screwed myself. “Oh is it going to be inside or outside” the employee asked looking at my collar instead of my eyes. “Um. Inside.” I answered. I’m not exactly sure what happened next, other than the fact that the employee just walked off because I was staring at some new fascinating spot on the floor trying to pretend I wasn’t blushing deeper than a red rose.
After that conversation I lost the nerve to fess up to Master. By the time I got the courage back up to tell the truth we were in line at the cash register. More helpful employees checked us out and rang up the merchandise. Master loaded up the car while I fumbled with my collar and kept trying to make a decision and just come out and say “I lied”. Finally I just blurted it out in the car on the way home.
“I know”. Master said when I confessed. More silence. I bit my lip, I tried to sing along to the radio, I counted the miles left till we got home, I plotted several “escapes” or reasons I shouldn’t be punished… I spent a miserable 20 minute ride hoping to come up with SOMETHING other than the inevitable.
By the time we got home I was an emotional wreck. I argued with Master about why I shouldn’t get punished, I begged for anything other than a caning (stupid idea, but it was worth a shot) I pleaded, bargained, cried. Nothing worked. By the time we were in the bedroom and Master had the cane out I had run out of ideas. “Bend over and pull down your pants” Master ordered calmly. His patience pissed me off (maybe because I realized this was happening and there was no way out of it). “No!” I said bravely. But before I could even process what demon possessed me to say no to him, he grabbed my hair and forced me to bend over.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Three cane strikes, right across my ass. I quite literally jumped up and tried to run across the bed. They HURT!! And not like any caning I’ve had before, these were HARSH! And that was it. Somehow it didn’t feel like enough. I cried, I pouted, I made a few comments about how mean he was and how I wanted to be left alone and then I came downstairs. I didn’t feel satisfied though. I didn’t feel like my punishment was over. I felt…. lost, frustrated, angry at myself, stubborn…. Eventually after venting it a little on my Facebook Page, I went back upstairs and told Master that I didn’t feel like the punishment was over yet.
“I could cane you some more” he suggested. “No thank you!” I practically shouted. He laughed (which really only pissed me off more) and then fucked me. I was not allowed to cum. Then he said “You know what, I think I will cane you some more.” Panic settled in my head and I freaked “Why?! Pretend I didn’t come up here, I’m good, the first time was enough!” I said quickly. He laughed again and said that maybe this was for his pleasure as well as my pain. I called him a sadist which just got me an extra strike with the cane. Four more hits later and I was tearfully ready to admit my faults, my problems and my frustrations. I sighed a happy sigh and went back downstairs to finish preparing dinner.
It’s an odd life we lead when we willingly submit ourselves to someone else so completely. I’m trying very hard not to ask “what is wrong with me” because I’ve already answered that question half a dozen times to others and written it out a few blog posts ago. Whatever the reason, I feel sated and sleepy and finally at peace with my punishment and myself. And now all I want to do is go upstairs and tell Master I’m sorry (again) and just cuddle.
After I rub some Vitamin E cream on my ass that is. (If you’ve ever been paddled, caned or spanked to the point of a red ass, you probably already know about the super awesomeness that is vitamin e cream. If you don’t I strongly suggest you go get some! We found a great brand – Fruit of the Earth – that’s made here in the USA and sold for under $5 for two 4ounce jars!)