In Need Of Discipline
by LadyM/Mia Jennings
Mia@pconline.com

IIt was five minutes to five, and the Mistress was going to be home at any minute. Earlier, I was feeling horny and defiant. I, her housekeeper, was suppose to have the kitchen cleaned, dinner on the table, and wine poured in the Mistress' crystal goblet before she arrived. My stomach flip-flopped with a mixture of emotions when I heard her red Mercedes pull up in the driveway. Her precious, white poodle named Foo Foo was yipping at the door, wagging it's tail, excited to see her Mistress, as well I. Only it was two different types of excitement, and a totally different type of tail. Mine was much nicer. I almost couldn't wait to see her reaction when she discovers that I haven't done anything she's requested, and would probably be livid after her long day at work. Thinking about it made the juice between my legs simmer and drip, and my ass crave a good spanking.

"Fi Fi?" I heard her call with bewilderment a few minutes after she walked in the doors, "Where are you? Where's my dinner? Are you sick or something?" And then she saw me standing in the living room, healthy, doing absolutely nothing. Her eyebrows wrinkled with a scowl. Her mouth construed into a disapproving grimace. And her body language said that I was in deep shit. This made my nipples very stiff, my pussy drip wet, and the skin on my ass shiver with hot anticipation.

Suddenly I felt the back of my hair being pulled at the nape of my neck, which sent another shiver of thrill through me. Her stern demeanor had awakened my senses. "How come you didn't have my dinner and wine on the table when I came home? And why does the kitchen still have last nights dishes in the sink?"

I couldn't say a word; my excitement had caught my breath.

"I'm waiting for an answer?" I heard her say powerfully, in a hot whisper near my ear. My chest was heaving in and out from my aroused pant, and my nerves danced on the brink of uncertainty. Still I could say nothing.

"Pull your panties down, right now!" she demanded angrily, and then picked up the hairbrush I'd conveniently left on the marble, end table.

"Why, what did I do?" I asked trying to sound dumbfounded, knowing that I would get it twice as hard because of that stupid question. And to top it all off I spit out with defiance; "I don't want to." That w

as all that I needed to say to push my Mistress over the edge. "You naughty little bitch!" She shrieked while pulling down my panties with frenzied force. Before I knew it, I was over her lap on the couch, with my ass now raised high with a pillow and her knees. Just the way that I'd imagined all day. .

Whack! Whack! Whack! "I'll teach you for defying me! " The Mistress angrily stated while she heated my ass with the back of the hairbrush. "I'm not in the mood to play your fucking games tonight! I've had an extremely stressful day at the office, and I don't want take anymore of your shit! Understand?" She ended her rant with a few more hard smacks to my warm, glowing, pink ass. The burn of her spankings rushed through every cell in my body like bolts of hot electricity. The tips of my toes tingled and so did my pulsating clit. With each strike I tried to grind my hips into her legs hoping to get myself off. I was so frickin' horny, and had been all day. My Mistress had been extremely busy over the past couple of days with work, which has made her neglect me sexually.

She's a Vice President of a cosmetics firm, and has been overwhelmed with a difficult merge issue, which has kept her on edge. I don't know why I felt the need to push her farther over that edge tonight. I guess because I was feeling extremely daring and very, very naughty. Every once in awhile I glanced at my Mistress's face, who seemed to be enjoying herself. I secretly hoped that I was helping her release some of her stress. I wasn't just thinking of my own indulgences. That would be evil.

Each time the back of the wooden brush smacked against my taut skin, I moaned with pleasure, raised my ass higher and gyrated my hips even more. I wanted so bad to feel her fingers thrust themselves deeply within my wet, sleek, pussy walls. She knew this so she refused to please me and continued to spank until my cheeks were burning red and raw. Each strike caused an explosion of bliss within. So much so that my toes curled with ecstasy.

When I felt that I was at the peak of my pain threshold, I tried to stop the whack of her brush with my hand. Before I could protect myself, she firmly grabbed my wrist and interjected which only caused another ooze of warm juice to flow between my legs, and my senses to heighten that much more. And then she took me beyond my threshold, which only made my body convulse with a long string of orgasms. I loved it when she disciplined me with such power and control. I felt insanely horny. My blood boiled with carnal fever in my veins. Yet, still my Mistress ignored my pleas for her thrusting fingers and continued to spank my tender ass.

"DON'T - Whack! - EVER - Whack! - DEFY - Whack! - ME - Whack! - AGAIN, - Whack! - UNDERSTAND?" The Mistress diabolically seethed near my ear.

"OuchÉYes Mistress. " I whimpered.

"You answered that like such a good girl," my Mistress replied pleased, "I'm hungry and still want my dinner. " And then there was this look in her eyes as if she'd just had a wicked thought. "Get up!" She demanded, so I did.

Quickly she pulled the back of my hair again and led me into the dining room. "Lay down on your back on the table, "once more she commanded, " And spread your legs wide - very wide."

While I submitted, my Mistress left the room. Shortly thereafter she returned with four leather cuffs, several, long pieces of rope, a few whips, and a variety of kinky toys. My ass still stung from my previous punishment when I laid upon the table. The coolness from the wood surface soothed a little bit, but not enough. My body was trembling with inflamed trepidation. And I could hardly keep my over anxious pussy from leaving a puddle of hot cream on the table.

While my Mistress was applying the cuffs and securing the ropes to my legs as well as the table's, I heard her wryly say to me, "You have no clue as to what I'm going to do to you, do you? "She placed her face near mine and grinned ruthlessly. "I like to see the terror of uncertainty in your eyes. I really wasn't in a good mood today and was definitely not up for your games. However, now that I have you in my control, I'm going to take advantage and release my stress on you. I'm going to torture you with pain, kink, and over the edge pleasure, until you cry just like a little girl. You'll be completely at my mercy; " she laughed sinfully between statements. "You should be careful about what you wish for. By the end of the evening I bet you're going to wish that you would've been good and done as you were asked. I hope you're ready, because I'm in such an evil mood?" And then another tainted laugh escaped her lips, and I witnessed a large; cat o' nine tails in her hands.

"Maybe pissing the Mistress off wasn't such a good idea. " I doubted in thought before I felt the biting tips of the leather hit upon my erect nipples. "Ooo ouch!" I moaned before the restraint of a ball gag interceded. Suddenly the room went silent. I felt nothing and heard nothing. My body trembled with a bit of apprehension, for I wasn't sure what would occur next. Despite my quake of fear, I was getting exactly what I'd craved for all day, and the Mistress was now miles away in thought from the office and her merge issues.

Now, while I wait as patiently as possible, spread eagle, and bound to all four corners of the table, my breath is rapidly panting with extreme excitement, my nipples are very stiff with impatience, and my pussy still drips uncontrollably with lust. Crazed thoughts rush through my head, "Will the Mistress play with her food long before she devours me? Will I outlast her pleasure and pain? Will she please me just the way I've wanted her to all day?" I guess I'm about to find out, and can hardly wait.