After the incredible night of Carnival, Sir decided that we would have rules for Lent. Most of the rules applied to maintenance, but not all.

First, we now have Maintenance three times a week - Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. No exceptions. If I have completed the Session to his satisfaction, we will go out to dinner. If I have disappointed him, I will remain nude and in my room until the next morning at which time he will decide upon a punishment. If I complete that to his satisfaction, then I may dress and go about my day.

I have accepted this, embraced it, really, but I won't deny that it's been a challenge. Today, Friday, I've been anxious. I have made many sins over the last 2 days and Sir will, most assuredly, deal with them promptly. My bottom is just today healed from Wednesday. I have no doubt that I will still be tender on Sunday. Nonetheless, I look forward to the feeling of cleanliness and freedom once the session is completed.

Naturally, Sir had decided that first, I must be nude for the Session, as always.

Second, I must wear Clamps on my nipples for the entire Session. The set he gave me hold tightly and firmly, but not overly painfully. I must put these on myself before the session begins. He may decide, though, add weights to the chain which connects the two clamps, have me hold it in my teeth, or tug on it if he feels my attention is wavering.  

Third, once the clamps are in place, I will knee, my chin in his hand, look directly into his eyes, and confess any wrongdoings or ill feelings I have experienced since the last Session. These confessions must include any doubts I may have had, jealousies, or self-recriminations. He will take these into account later. He will then retrieve his leather strap.

Upon his word, I will stand, Spread my legs wide, bend over a wooden chair, grasp the seat with my belly resting on the back of it, and wait. He will decide upon the number of strips I'm to receive with the number being no less than 10 and no more than 40. As he delivers my stripes, he too will confess to me any failings he has committed since the last Session.

 My heart swells at his confessions since I know he is bearing his very soul to me. Wednesday, Sir confessed that he was afraid sometimes, that he wasn't worthy of my love and respect, that he sometimes has a strong desire to let my misdeeds go unpunished, and that he fantasizes during his work day about my pussy.

By this time, he had delivered 12 good, hard strips to my rear. I was sobbing from the pain of it, but also from the honor that he was giving me by telling me this. He asked for my forgiveness for his faults and asked that I help him. I kept this request in my mind as he finished my strapping.

He rubbed my swollen bottom and my back until my sobs had quieted. Then, I slipped to the floor, crossed my arms behind me, and bowed my head. This was the position we had agreed upon as my acceptance of his Dominance. He again took my chin in his hand and asked again if I would help him. I replied that of course I would.

On Maintenance Days, he should, I felt, refrain from using my pussy in any way. He should, instead, use only my mouth, my hands, my tits, or my anus to finish his Maintenance. In this way, he might not think of my pussy quite as often.  

He smiled at me, kissed me, and said, "Thank you. I knew you'd come up with the perfect expiation."  

That was two days ago. Today, as I place the clamps on my nipples, I try to decide how to confess my sins in a way that is honest but won't anger him. Taking a deep breath, I walk into the living room and kneel before him. With my chin in his hand, I begin.

"Sir, since Wednesday I have eaten two slices of cake, watched four episodes of my soap even though I know I'm only allowed to watch one episode a day, and let the gas tank on my car get down to near empty."

And I waited. And waited.

Finally, he told me to get into position. I stood and bent over my chair. He then, much to my surprise, covered my eyes with a leather blindfold. He also added weights to the chain between my clamps before he began my strapping. The first blow came and I opened my mouth to cry out. This was going to be a hard handed spanking.

Much to my shock, my mouth was quickly filled with his cock. The blows continued.

"That's right, my naughty sub. I prepared for your horrendous behavior by inviting a friend over. He will be administering your strapping while you pleasure me. Keep your hands grasping that seat. That's it. Not until I fill your mouth with my seed will the strapping stop."

I moaned but sucked his cock deep into my throat. Without the use of my hands, it would take Sir longer to come. Each blow caused the weighted chain to tug mercilessly on my nipples. I focused only on Sir's cock. In and out he thrust his member. I kept my tongue pressed against his length.

"Her pussy is weeping, Grey," a deep voice behind me noted.

"Not surprised," Sir answered. "Keep it up."

My ass was on fire and I was about to come. Finally, Sir unloaded his forgiveness and I swallowed convulsively, eager to catch every drop.

Once Sir finished, he removed my clamps. I screamed as the blood rushed back into my tortured flesh and I came. Luckily, I maintained position.

"Stay," Sir commanded. "I'm very disappointed in you. In only two days, you've thrown away all of the self discipline you claimed you had."

He was right. I was disappointed in myself. I then felt the other man's cock press against my anus and silently prayed he'd lubed himself.

"I've been too lenient with you, so the fault is mine. As such. . .,"

He was indeed well lubed as he continued to press himself slowly but steadily inside of me.

"I will correct my mistake. You will remained blindfolded until tomorrow morning."

I was being fucked now. The man was HUGE and I felt as thought he'd split me in half. I was panting, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Spencer here is going to come in your ass. I'm then going to plug it so that his deposit stays there."

I bit my lip, desperate to focus on Sir's words.

"Then, you'll be put to bed. In the morning, you will service us both. Yes, it will be double penetration."

OMG!!! I felt the tremors begin and knew I'd be coming in moments.

"If you please us both, I'll consider removing the blindfold. I know this will be a difficult maintenance and punishment for you, but it's deserved, isn't it?"

Waves of pleasure rolled over me and I screamed. "Yes! Sir!"

I felt the heat of Spencer's jizz shoot inside of me as the last ripples of pleasure rolled through my body.

Sir picked me up and carried me to bed, kissing my head. He tucked the cool sheets around my hot body and said, "I rather like you blindfolded. I might make this part of our regular routine."

"Oh sir," I sighed, "Yes. Please."