Mistress has instructed me to write down a punishment that I don’t like and that is erotic at the same time. According to Mistress, my first attempt was flat and not that sexy. So Mistress has instructed me to write a new one. This is my attempt to write a sexy story.

I remember thinking that I must have done something really wrong when Mistress called home and instructed me to kneel in the corner until she returned from work. I looked over at the time and realized that it was only 10:00 am. Mistress does not return home from work until after 5:00 pm. I had a long list of chores as always but I was unable to finish any of them because I had slept in. I knew that this would only make what I did worse. Time seemed to last forever. Hours and hours of waiting, wondering what I could have done, fearing what was to come. I wracked my brain trying to think of what I had done or what I could have missed.

                At 5:00 Mistress still wasn't home. I knew she could be home any minute. I began to get nervous waiting in contemplation.  By 6:00 pm I began to wonder where she was. I had gotten pretty used to our routine and generally she would make it home by 5:30 or so. By 6:30 I began to worry about her. I didn’t know what to do. Should I get up and start calling or should I wait. Just as I began to think I should call looking for her to make sure she was safe, she walked in the door.

I stayed still waiting for her to speak. While in the corner, much like a child, I am not allowed to speak. She walked in and made a bee-line for the bed room. I could hear faint noises of her masturbating. I was really starting to get worried now. Mistress gets off on pain. If my punishment was enough that she had to masturbate first she must really intend on making me pay. Then after awhile she came out and went to the bathroom. I could hear her peeing.

Once she was done, she finally called for me. She ordered me to lick her clean and I quickly obeyed hoping to earn a little reprieve with my eager service. Then she began to tell me that I was in trouble. When I had cleaned her car, I must have thrown away a business card she needed. Today during work she needed it and could not find it. She was very disappointed in me and told me that I was to be punished.

It was Friday and generally when I am good I get to watch my favorite TV shows. There was no chance of getting to have that privilege now and I knew it before she had told me. Instead, I would be punished.

First Mistress brought me back into the kitchen and bent me over the table. She pulled out the paddle I had made her that summer.  She started slowly paddling my ass while she told me how I had embarrassed her. Then she hit harder and harder as she told me that she is the bread winner in the family that if I want to continue being a house hubby I can’t make this sort of mistake again. Her blows began to hit hard enough to make me want to cry. Then all of a sudden she became fierce with her blows. The pain was nearly unbearable I screamed and began to cry and beg for her to stop. I begged for mercy but she simply said there would be no mercy tonight and beat me more. I lost count of the blows I had taken, my ass was on fire and I blubbered tears and snot like a little kid.

                When she was satisfied with my beating she walked away telling me to remain in that position. When she returned she had a rather large anal plug in one hand and a tube of lube in the other. She lubed me up and asked who this body belongs to. I replied "You, Mistress".

"Good" she said before putting the plug in. Then she sat me down on a chair in the kitchen and put a piece of paper in front of me.

Then she instructed that I write 100 times, I will not harm Mistress’s Career again. With my ass on fire I worked on my assignment. Mistress sat down and relaxed on the couch until I was finished. She looked over my sheet and told me that my writing skills are pathetic.

Next she ordered me to follow her into the bathroom. She told me to remove the plug clean it and get ready for bed. I did so, and met her in the bedroom. She already had my footed pajamas with the little penguins on them ready, along with a diaper and a binky. She diapered and dressed me for bed. Then she ordered me to please her before bed with my tongue. I did as I was told and pleased her until she was fully satisfied. Afterwards she locked me into my cage. As she locked the cage she told me that it was funny to see me in such a state. That no man with any real pride would live like a child and be happy.

As she walked out of the bedroom she leaned into the room and stated “Eventually I am going to have to go get another man who isn’t nearly as pathetic as you”. I laid in my cage thinking about what I had done and coming to grips with the realization that I have been completely humiliated and despite it all, I loved her and was grateful just to be in her life.

After of course correcting his grammar, spelling and sentence structure, my pet has a story worthy of publishing. Not a bad first attempt and it gives me a wonderful idea for torture and humiliation. I can’t wait till he’s home and we can resume our 24/7 lifestyle. This is not a dream or fabrication. We are the real thing.

And I’ll tell all of you, that being a dominate takes so much patience and understanding. My submissive is so demanding and like many, truly childlike in his needs and wants. Sometimes I do take him over my knee because that is exactly the correction he needs. He loves me and is devoted knowing he’s incapable of taking care of himself and tries his best to meet my needs and demands always falling a little short.