In her Place

Recently after many, many months of no physical punishment mouse stepped boldly over a line. Master Omega came home from work one day, a little early and looking exhausted. He's been traveling a good deal for work and has been coming and mostly going. He was naturally looking forward to actually spending a little time home for once, before he'd have to repack his case again in another week or so for the next round. Master announced that he was going to make use of the hot tub and then went upstairs to change. There was a huge misunderstanding about His wishes that mouse can only say that she wasn't really thinking when it all happened but made a myriad of assumptions about what He wanted.

Nothing else was said until Thursday evening long after the kitchen was cleaned and family were either in bed or doing their own thing in their rooms. The dog had been walked and mouse found herself in the hallway by Master's study sitting rather nervously on the stool he placed outside the closed wooden door. Several nerve-wracking minutes later, he opened the door and told mouse to undress in front of him and he removed the corset. Usually he would leave that on her. Completely nude for the first time in many months for this reason left mouse feeling ashamed and vulnerable to him, especially when he told her to kneel in more or less the center of the room.

He asked if mouse understood why she was being punished and then he asked for her side of the event. Now this was something mouse had been running through over and over through her mind since it happened early that week. He walked around her as she stammered through the only explanation she had. Not only had mouse presumed to know His thoughts but she had "projected" her own desires onto the situation by assuming that he'd want to be alone to relax because that's what she'd want to do. Next time she would ask him privately and accept the answer.

Soon the cane was out and mouse was leaning over the cleared desk, fingers splayed and softly resting on the dark wood with her legs parted and her nipples just touching the desk. The first "thwack" of the cane took mouse's breath away and she struggled to say "one" the second made a loud whooshing sound with another harder "thwack" on her thighs as she tried to say "two". Shaking legs and unsteady hands were the only things holding her in place as her tears blotted the woodwork on the desk until she reached the number 20.

While her ass couldn't take anymore abuse other parts weren't so lucky. He commanded for her to kneel and hold her tits up to him where he again struck them several times. Maybe next time she would remember. After she thanked Him profusely for the correction and kissed his shoes. Soon she felt the cool vulnerability of His version of corner time. Hands behind her back, head down nude, standing in the corner while his fingers clicked on the computer. Once or twice he'd remind her to be quiet when her sniffles became too frequent or noisy. Eventually released from the wall he watched her dress (without the corset) and sent her upstairs to ready for bed and wait for him.

Undressing again, hanging up her dress, brushing her teeth, then taking her spot on the floor in front of the bed, kneeling and lowering her torso to the floor. Feeling the pile of the carpet brush against her nipples and welting breasts. It occurred to mouse that she hadn't thought to really look at her reflection but shook that feeling away reminding herself that this was punishment and not done for any of his own pleasure. He entered the room and began shedding his own clothing, hanging up his suit, making mentions of dry cleaning, before brushing his teeth.

From her position, she could feel his hands brushing gently her back, following the lines of her punishment, and listened as mouse winced in pain. He vanished for a moment and returned with some salve which he rubbed on her bottom, pressing slightly her tight hole with a digit of a finger. It felt humiliating or being weirdly violated in this way. He hadn't allowed a plug to be worn for more than week before, and mouse was very tight. A second finger grazed her slit and rubbed her clit and she heard chuckle because despite everything she was wet down there. Again wishing the ground would just swallow her up, he continued rubbing a little faster, edging her, until he took his hand away leaving her feeling strongly empty and replaced it with his cock. Grabbing a fist full of her hair he pulled her as he entered her, feeling her body stretch to accommodate his size as her cunt pulsed around him. He pulled her hair to remind her that this was for his pleasure and any pleasure she might feel was of no consequence.

When he finished, he did have his slave clean off his cock with her mouth. Then he climbed into bed, while she cleaned herself up a little. "you can finish yourself off there if you'd like." he said from the bed. It was a hint to mouse that the punishment was over. Rubbing her clit mouse did just that and then returned to Him thanked him for allowing that. Again knelt this time by the bed, and asked permission to enter it, which he did grant and pulled her very close. The next morning he pulled out the small plug and slid it into place. He said that he was thinking about allowing mouse to touch one or two of the plugs, but wasn't sure yet.