"You know what you have done wrong, don't you?" Master said, holding onto her leash close to her thick leather collar. Sally was naked, kneeling in front of him between his knees as he sat forward on the sofa. He was dressed in his usual tight black jeans, tight black muscle shirt, heavy square-toe biker boots, and mirrored aviator-style sunglasses. The whole picture would normally be very sexy had it not been for the circumstances she was in.

Earlier that week, Sally had had an appointment with Master and had shown up a half hour late. She had been running behind most of that day already and she just wasn't able to catch up, so she was late to his appointment as well. She tried to explain the situation, but his only reply is that she should have budgeted her time better. Master was nothing if not punctual, and he expected nothing less from his submissive. "To be late for an appointment," he had told her, "was to show disrespect for the other person's time."

He had told her then that she would be getting punished for her disrespect but not that, night as they had already wasted enough time. Besides, he wanted her to think about what she had done and stew over what her punishment might be. The reality was that he didn't want to punish her when he was angry - he wanted a chance to cool down and be level-headed before he took to her punishment. After his brief but effective scolding, he had not said anything more about it and his silence on the matter had only heightened her anxiety over what was to happen to her. Master was not one to trifle with and she knew that all too well!

Now he she was kneeling in front of him once again, wondering what this night would bring. Sally knew she was in for a long night at the hands of Master. As he held her chin up by the leash, she tried to look past the mirrored glasses for any sign or indication what he had in mind. But his glasses only reflected the fear on her own face.

"Answer me! You know what you've done wrong, don't you?" he repeated the question sternly, jerking her leash for emphasis.

"Yes, Master. I was late to our appointment and disrespectful of your time," she said. She was about to add that it wasn't her fault... that the whole day was a fiasco, but she knew that excuses wouldn't do any good and may even anger him. So she kept silent.

"That is right. I had plans for that evening but you showed up a half hour late. Then I had to waste more time finding out why and scolding you, so we didn't get to what I wanted to do that night. And now tonight, I have to waste even more time punishing you for your lack of common courtesy. You really are a thoughtless and inconsiderate little slut aren't you?"

"I am sorry I am such trouble Master," she said, looking away from him, not wanting to see the disappointment that might show in his face.

"Well we're just going to have to do something to make you more mindful of your Master's needs and time, aren't we?" he said.

"Yes Master," Sally replied quietly.

"Then go upstairs, put on your wrist and ankle cuffs and blindfold and wait for me," he instructed.

"Yes Master," she said, "May I be excused?" she asked, remembering his rule about asking to be excused before leaving.

"Yes, go," he said. Sally rose to her feet and left, trotting up the stairs to get ready for him. Sally went straight into the bedroom to get ready. She was thankful that she had gone to the bathroom just prior to his arrival and didn't have to waste any time there. She went immediately over to the cedar chest under the window and opened the padded top. She knew that this is where Master kept all of his bondage equipment and he had already unlocked it in preparation for her. She looked in the chest at the assortment of gear inside and smiled as she fingered a couple of her favorites. There had been a lot of good times and pleasant memories that had come out of this chest.

But she snapped back to the present... she had been sent up here to get ready for her punishment and she couldn't afford to loiter. She was in trouble enough already, there was no need to throw gasoline on the fire!

Sally pulled out the heavy leather wrist and ankle restraints that Master had called for and laid them on the bed. Then she pulled out the blindfold that he requested and set it next to the restraints. Closing the lid to the chest she moved to the end of the bed and began putting the restraints on her ankles and wrists, buckling them securely. Then she stood beside the bed and put on the blindfold, using the bed as something to steady her in the blackness that now enveloped her.

Sally wasn't sure how long she stood there next to the bed. The only clock in the room was a digital alarm clock and there were no other sounds, only black, empty silence. It could have been only a moment or it could have been longer. It felt like ages to Sally and when she did hear the bedroom door open, she was dripping wet and ready for any punishment Master wanted to mete out on her!

Sally listened intently as Master's heavy boots clunked across the wooden floor, coming closer and closer. Her breath caught in her chest and she shivered with anticipation at the first touch of the evening. Master had not allowed her the customary hello kiss that normally greeted him and had not up to that point touched her. Sally sensed that Master was standing right in front of her and she trembled. She dare not speak, although she wanted so much to ask him just to touch her. Her skin ached for him to touch it, to show her some kind of gentle caring. She longed to feel his caress even just on her cheek or arm. Anything please!

Suddenly he was gone again. Sally heard the sound of his footsteps headed for the window and the cedar chest. She assumed that he was getting a few things of his own out of the chest. She tried desperately to hear some indication of what he was after, but he was very careful not to make any noises that would give his plans away. Once he had what he needed, she heard the chest shut - he intentionally let the top close with a loud thunk just to see the reaction from her. Sally jumped and gasped at the sudden noise and then she heard his footsteps returning.

Once again, Sally felt his presence in front of her. She thought it funny that she could sense his nearness even blindfolded and silent. He just "felt" near. Her breath quickened and her pulse raced as she stood there, her Master possibly only inches from her!

All of a sudden Sally felt a cold sting on her left nipple as Master snapped a metal spring clamp on it. Sally gasped and squealed both at the pain and the unexpectedness of it. Then she felt a warm wetness on her nipple. Master was licking the nipple he had just clamped!

"ooooh..." Sally cooed. Master's first touch was one of teasing pleasure!

Then Sally felt a similar sharp stinging pain on her right nipple followed by another warm wet lick. All too briefly, she had felt the tenderness she so loved in Master.

But his tenderness was not to last. She had come to his home to be punished and he was not one to let a lesson go unlearned. As she stood there dripping with anticipation, anxious for whatever might come next, she was not long in waiting.

Sally gasped and choked her breath back as she felt Master's hand gripping her throat. He squeezed hard enough to make it difficult to breath. Her first instinct was to reach up and grab his wrists, but as she started to, she thought better of it and put her hands back down at her sides.

"You are learning, slut!" he said, watching her hands return to her sides. When she had put her hands down and was standing still, tolerating his grip on her throat, he released her.

"Are you ready for your punishment now slut?" he growled.

"Master, please..." she began.

Master pinched her left nipple hard. "Wrong answer, slut!" he barked. Sally squealed and raised up on her toes as the pain shot through her tit. "Want to try that question again?" he spat.

"Y-yes Master. I am ready!" she cried out.

He turned loose of her nipple. "That's more like it," he said. He took her wrists and she could feel that he was attaching one of his many ropes to the D rings in the wrist restraints. When he had threaded the rope through both wrists, he put it through one of the eye bolts he had in the ceiling beam. Sally felt her arms being drawn upwards and very quickly she was stretched completely, barely able to stand flat-footed on the wood floor. Once he had tied her arms off over her head he knelt to work on her feet. She felt him spread her legs wide, well past shoulder width, and he attached a metal spreader bar to her ankle cuffs, keeping her legs wide apart.

"There that should keep you still enough," he said, shaking her bonds a bit to test them. "Now let's see what we can do about those tits." Master took another length of rope and began fashioning a rope bra - going around her chest... one wrap over and one wrap under her nice 36DD tits. Master loved her tits, they were full and firm, capped with nice thick nipples that were ultra-sensitive to his attention - whether painful or pleasurable. Sally loved that he also enjoyed working her tits and that "the girls" as she called them pleased him. She knew that she had more than one orgasm just by him playing with her tits.

With the rope wrapped above and below her tits it was time to tighten it. He took a short piece of smaller diameter rope and wrapped it around the other rope on the outside of her right tit and the did the same on the outside of her left tit. Then when those were tied off he moved to the valley between her twin peaks. He wrapped the smaller rope around the two larger rope coils drawing them together and squeezing her tits tighter and tighter until she began whimpering in discomfort. He tied the rope off, leaving her tits jutting out lewdly. He slapped each one and watched as they bounced a bit in their rope prison. Sally cried out at the abuse and stomped a foot, but he only smiled.

"Tell me slut, how long have you served me like this?" he asked.

"F-four years, Master," she replied.

"That's right. Four years. And we have had some good times haven't we?"

"Yes, Master. Some very good times."

"I agree. But we have had our share of problems as well, haven't we?"

"Yes, Master..."

"In fact, there were a couple instances where I wondered if we were meant to be together."

Sally was beginning to get concerned where this conversation may be headed. "Yes, Master but..."

"Tell me slut, how many times have we been in just this position - me having to discipline you over something you should have known better about?" he asked.

"Master please, I-"

"Answer the question, slut!" he barked, slapping her tit hard.

"Many times, Master!" she yelled. Sally could feel her eyes tearing up. She hated to mess up but to mess on something so easily avoided was even worse. And now she wasn't sure what Master was going to say next.

"Do you enjoy being in trouble? Do you get some kind of thrill when I punish you slut? Maybe you are a pain slut and I don't know it yet?"

"No, Master I..." she began, her lower lip was quivering and she was trembling visibly.

"You know how I feel about punctuality and your lack of it shows me that you place other things above our appointments. What am I to take from this?" he asked.

"Master please, I didn't mean to be late! I didn't mean to make you wait. Please, Master..." she began to cry.

He took the blindfold off her eyes and lifted her chin to meet his eyes. He could see the tears forming in her beautiful green eyes and running down her soft cheek. "Slut you know that I love you. You are more important to me than anything else in my life. I have pledged to care for and protect you with all I have. But this pledge cannot be a one-sided thing. I cannot allow you to just come to me whenever you please and ignore my schedule and my plans. I am the Master here and you are the submissive. Therefore I set the rules up and you follow them, understand? Yes I will take your life outside of this relationship into account, but you have to do your part. When you make an appointment with me you are to keep it. Or at the very least, give me a call and tell me you are running late or can't make it at all. I got nothing from you. You could have been in a car accident or worse and I would not have known. How am I supposed to do my job as your Master, protecting and caring for you if I don't know where you are or what you are doing?" he said, chiding her.

"Master I am so sorry," she said. Sally was openly sobbing now. Master still loved her and this wasn't the "break up talk" that she feared it would be. She had messed up royally by not calling him to tell him she would be late, but at least she was still his.

He could do whatever he wanted to her to punish her now!

"You should be sorry, and I'm glad that you are. However that does not negate the need for you to be punished. And so we are going to take care of that right now," he said. Master picked up a bottle of baby oil and squirted some on her ass, rubbing it in with his left hand. He rubbed it all over her smooth silky flesh and Sally closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hand on her ass. He coated her entire ass liberally and as he moved lower, she began raising up on her tip toes and pushing her ass out to meet his hand. Master smiled to himself knowing that she wanted him to touch and toy with her pussy.

"You like this do you?" he said teasing her.

"Ohhh yesss..." she moaned. He let his hand move down onto the backs of her thighs, rubbing the oil into the soft flesh there, he spread it along the crease under her ass cheek. Then he slipped the baby oil-coated hand between her legs grazing her pussy lips.

"Massster!" Sally moaned and a shiver of desire raced through her. He grinned mischievously and shoved two fingers into her drooling pussy.

"Your cunt is dripping wet, slut, Are you having fun?" he taunted. He began pumping his hand in and out of her, wriggling his fingers at the same time. Sally threw her head back and moaned lustfully as he teased her.

"Ohhh fuck, Master... that feels sooo good..." she moaned, clenching her fists and grinding her hips on his sawing hand.

Far too quickly he pulled out and wiped the pussy juice across her face. "There now you can smell how naughty you are, slut!" Sally moaned at his treatment and that it had stopped for now.

Master went to the bed and picked up what appeared to be a slightly oversized ping pong paddle, bringing it back in front of her. "Now, slut, it's time to get down to business. We are going to start with this paddle and warm that disrespectful ass up a few degrees! If we are lucky, we will beat some manners into it before we are done."

Sally waited for the first of what promised to be many swats today. She knew Master well enough to know he was a man of his word and if he said she was going to get her ass warmed, she could count on it to be blazing before he was finished.

"No need to count these slut... you won't be in any condition to finish anyway," he said. Then suddenly it began.

SMACK! The first blow landed on her ass cheek and Sally gasped, but remained silent.

SMACK! A second blow, just like the first, landed solidly on her other ass cheek. and again Sally gasped as the burn began.

SMACK! SMACK! Two more blows, one to each cheek and lower than the first ones, were added to her ass. Then Master switched it up a bit and gave her four more quick swats two to each check without a pause between. Sally was panting softly now and wriggling her ass as she felt the swats sinking in. Master took a short pause to let these first swats turn her pale ass a warm pink color. He checked her dripping cunt and she was wetter than before. She WAS enjoying this!

Unfortunately this was not a sensual or erotic spanking, this was a punishment spanking. She was not supposed to enjoy it. It was time to step it up.

Master took a firm grip on the paddle and took a deep breath. He drew back and let fly with a barrage of blows, alternating cheeks and placement, and covering her whole ass in red splotches until they all merged into one large crimson tone. Sally moaned softly at first, but when she realized he wasn't stopping her moans grew louder and more urgent. She began wriggling and swaying, but Master's aim was true and she got hit, no matter what contortion she tried.

Ten swats later he paused to let her catch her breath. Sally was panting heavily now and her ass was a bright red. The baby oil he had spread on her ass cheeks had kept her skin moist and protected it from splitting, but it had also kept the heat in and now she felt like her ass was on fire. She moaned and swayed in her bonds as the pain signals flooded her brain.

After only a few moments rest, he began again. Without any warning, he let fly with another twelve rapid-fire swats to her flaming ass. Sally wasn't moaning anymore though, this had gone past the erotic stage and she was now being punished. Her ass felt like an inferno and, bound as she was, she couldn't do anything to extinguish or even avoid the conflagration.

After a total of thirty swats had been delivered to her ass via the ping-pong paddle, he stopped and let her rest some. Sally was dripping with sweat and swaying softly as she hung from the beam. Her pussy was dripping as well and he could smell her scent. She had cum somewhere along the way but this was a reaction to the pain being inflicted not from some pleasure she derived.

While she hung there panting, a puddle of sweat and pussy juice forming under her, Master went back to the cedar chest and retrieved his next tool. When he came around to her front she saw what he had in mind for her next.

"Master! Please!" she said, with obvious panic in her eyes. For he held up the tool she most feared... the cane. Master's cane was 30 inches long and made of rattan. It was light but very fast and it made a menacing whoosh as it cut through the air, warning the recipient that there was pain coming. Master took hold of the leather wrapped handle and swung the cane through the air letting her hear the threatening sound.

He moved around behind Sally and she tensed waiting for him to begin. Mentally she was kicking herself "Why didn't I just call him and tell him I would be late?" she thought to herself. All this could have been avoided. But retrospection was was of no use to her now.

Whoosh Crack! The cane dealt its first devilish blow to the lower part of one ass cheek.

Sally cried out loudly as the cane seared its mark across her already tenderized flesh. Master watched as a dark red stripe blazed a path across the bright red background of her ass. Master drew back again...

Whoosh Crack! A second stripe across the first one left an angry X on her tortured hide. Sally cried again, stomping her feet and shaking her bonds.

Master laid down four more angry red stripes across her backside and Sally was losing her mind. Her ass was beyond sore... this was the worst whipping she had ever received. Master then laid two stripes across the backs of her thighs and Sally crumbled, her legs no longer able to hold her up. She hung limply from her wrists, unable to stand or even scream anymore.

Master let her hang there while he went to the chest once more. He brought out the final tool he wanted to use to punish her. But he waited to begin using it until Sally could stand once more. Slowly she found her legs again and rose shakily to her feet.

"Now slut, we have one more task to accomplish. You've never seen this but it's a quirt and normally it is used to herd cattle... but I think this one will serve another purpose! But your ass has reached a point where I doubt you have much feeling back there and my efforts would be wasted whipping you. So instead of your ass, my quirt will feast on your lovely tits!" he said.

"Oh God....Master please, please!" Sally cried. "I'll be good! I promise!"

But he had work to be done and a goal to reach. He couldn't let himself be deterred - both for her good as well as his own. If she realized he could be talked out of giving her the full punishment, his authority would be usurped. And if she didn't get the fullest extent of the punishment, then she may not learn her lesson and everything she had endured so far would be for naught. So at this point he had to continue until he was finished.

He drew his arm back and let the quirt do its evil work. Two angry red stripes marred her perfect breasts, stark contrast to her milky white skin.

He knew the power of the quirt, and he had no intentions of hurting his girl anymore than was necessary. He was skilled in its use and he laid it to her just hard enough to make it sting without causing any real damage or drawing blood - two things he was always careful to prevent.

He watched Sally's eyes grew wide as dinner plates while her mouth dropped open in a futile attempt to scream. Not waiting for that scream, he reared back again and laid another blow across her bound tits. Once more he struck with the quirt and he was done. Sally hung by her wrists once again, without even the strength left to hold her head up. He grabbed her hair and hauled her face up to look into the submissive's vacant eyes. Sally had had enough.

Master held her up as he took her down from her bondage and laid her on the bed. He removed her wrist and leg cuffs and the spreader bar. He moved her up on the bed so she could lay there and rest. He went into the bathroom and brought back a soft washcloth and a basin of cool water and began tending to his exhausted submissive.

As she came back to her senses he cared for her, gently and tenderly dressing her bruised and battered ass and tits. When she was up to it, he went into the bathroom and drew her a nice soaking bath and put in some Epsom salts to help heal her. He added some of her favorite fragrant bath oils as well and finally some bubbles. Then he came into the bedroom, scooped her up into his arms and gently carried her into the bathroom, setting her in the tub. He sat with her as she soaked, caressing her and stroking her hair, calming her and letting her know that he still loved her.

After her bath, when she was feeling better, he took her into the bedroom and put her to bed again. He laid there with her, comforting her and watching over her as she continued to recover. Sally fell into a deep, exhausted sleep and Master, tired himself moved to sit in a lounge chair he moved closer to the bed. He didn't want to sleep in the bed with her for fear he might accidentally roll over and hurt her further, but he did want to be close to her in case she needed something. They slept like this until early morning when Sally woke to find him asleep in the chair next to her. She smiled, knowing he was there caring for her and as she got up stiff and sore, he woke up.

"You're awake! Do you need anything?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

"No, Master I am just getting up to wash my face and fix your breakfast," she said.

"Nonsense, you are in no condition to be fixing breakfast or anything else today," he said. He got up and walked with her to the bathroom. He got the washcloth, wet it in warm water, and washed her face. Then he helped her downstairs and into the living room, setting her onto the sofa she knelt in front of the previous night.

"Now you sit right here and don't you move. I will fix breakfast and bring it to you," he said. Sally looked up at him and smiled.

"Yes Master," she said.

He went into the kitchen and whipped them both up a ham and cheese omelet, some hash browns and toast. He brought it into her and sat with her as she ate. Afterwards he took the dishes into the kitchen and put them in the sink to soak. He returned then to Sally's side.

As he sat on the sofa with Sally's head in his lap softly stroking her hair, she looked up into his eyes.

"Master?" she started.

"Yes slut, what is it?"

"Master, I am very sorry for worrying you and not calling to let you know I was running late. I am very sorry also that you had to punish me for my thoughtlessness. I won't let that happen again. I promise."

"I am glad to hear that, slut. I don't like punishing you like that. It hurts me when I have to hurt you that way. I do it because I want you to grow and become the slave slut you want to be. I do it to teach you how to serve me better. Because I know that is what you want as well. But to get you where you want to be takes discipline and that sometimes is not pleasant. Please do not make me have to repeat this punishment. I don't think I could bear it again," he said.

Sally looked up and saw the concern and the love in her Master's face. She sat up and even though it hurt, she moved off the couch to kneel gingerly on the floor in front of him. "Master, I promise you that I will not forget to call you if I am running late again. I love you, Master and I do not want to cause you anymore hurt or worry again. Please forgive my disrespect, Master. I do want to be the best submissive I can be... for you." Sally hung her head as she spoke. Master reached forward and lifted her face with gentle loving hands this time. He leaned down and kissed his submissive tenderly and lovingly.

"Of course I forgive you, slut. There will be no more talk of this unfortunate incident and we will go on from here. Understand? It is finished," he said, kissing her once more.

"Yes Master," Sally said, smiling up at him.