When we went up to bed at midnight we both got ready and I walked naked back to the bathroom where Goddess was still brushing Her teach and asked, in accordance with my standing instructions, whether I should present myself.
Goddess thought about it and ermed and ahh’d, and then said “No. I’m a bit tired. But you can get them tomorrow along with tomorrow’s strokes. So tomorrow you will get twelve. OK?”
“Thank You Goddess.” I responded, and went back to bed to wait for her. My mind was spinning. How wicked is She? To think about it and arbitrarily decide to double my strokes the next day, simply because it gave Her pleasure. No wonder I love and serve Her.
When Goddess came into bed She reached behind Her for Her cock, and held it tightly in Her fist, which felt absolutely wonderful. Her cock was rock hard at the fear of getting twelve strokes the next day, and because I have not had an orgasm for around a week now.
Goddess squeezed Her cock briefly, and instructed me to go down and eat Her. I did so, and lapped at Her diligently. As is often Her style, Goddess allowed Herself to the edge, and did not let Herself orgasm, so that She could prolong Her pleasure. I delighted in this, and enjoyed giving it to Her, licking away and occasionally drinking up the juices She produced.
After a while Goddess instructed me to put Her cock in, and I rose to mount Her, sliding my rod in, before pumping gently in and out of Her.
I paced myself slowly, not wanting to reach the point of no return any sooner than I must. Goddess pushed my body a few inches away and reached out to pinch my nipples firmly as She likes to do. As Her fingers bit into my nipples the delight of experiencing Goddess’ pinch and Her love tunnel was more than I could bear and I soon felt myself drawing close to orgasm.
“I am close to cumming,” I informed Goddess, as I gently stroked in and out.
“OK,” She said. “Then you must stop. Go back down on me.” And She pushed me off Her and I returned to eagerly lapping at Her lovely pussy, now engorged by our love making. I lathered Her groin with my tongue, one finger in Her pussy as Goddess likes, and ultimately brought Her to wonderful orgasm, drinking all Her juices as She did so.
Goddess lifted Her leg over my head and away, and I guessed that it looked like I was not going to get to cum this evening. Sure enough, She instructed me to go and unlock the door, which I did before returning to spoon close in behind Her in bed.
“This is the way it will be,” explained Goddess. “You will not be allowed to cum again until you have received your strokes for not being submissive enough in front of Amanda.”
My cock jerked even harder against her butt as I lay next to Her. The excitement was overbearing. Not only had She awarded me an extra six strokes for the next day, but now She was demanding that I be more submissive in front of other ladies in future, and She was controlling and delaying my orgasms, and insisting on giving me my punishment due, all in one evening. My love at Her domination overflowed.
“Thank You, Goddess.” I said. “I think I am better now, and that you can give me the punishment I am due any time You choose.” I did not say this simply because I want to orgasm – I am in fact much recovered, and there is little or no excuse not to face the music.
Goddess agreed that this was fine, and declared that I would receive my punishment the next day – Friday, today. I thanked Her. But She then worked out that my mother would be here.
“No.” She said. “You can’t get it tomorrow, because your mother will be here and she will hear.”
I agreed with Goddess, but pointed out that if She wanted, She could always create a new rule where if I made any noise after a stroke, then that stroke would not count and I would have to receive it again. This, I observed, would ensure that I remained silent throughout my punishment.
Goddess agreed that that was possible, but said that She would be hitting me so hard that my mother would hear the sound of the strokes landing on me, and that was not good.
“You are going to hit me so hard that she would hear the strokes?” I confirmed.
“Yes. I will hit you so hard that she will hear the noise of the strokes landing” She replied. “So you will have to wait until Saturday to receive your punishment.”
My cock twitched again. My bad day was getting worse, or my good day better, depends on perspective I guess. I’m really not sure. Those would have to be some mighty hard strokes for my mother to actually hear them smacking in to me from downstairs. ‘My goodness!’ I thought.
Goddess and I have arranged to meet later today to go and look at schools for the kids – we’re thinking of moving them. I had an idea.
“Thank You Goddess,” I said, accepting Her decision that I should wait until Saturday. “But You are due to come home tomorrow afternoon to pick me up to go to the school. If You really wanted to whack me hard, then You could give me my strokes then, when we have the house to ourselves.”
To be honest, I have long worked to try and achieve this. Goddess and I are both relatively free Friday afternoons, and the kids are not home. In my search for increasing subservience I have thought for some time that if Goddess could use this time to apply punishment, then She would not be constrained by the fear of waking sleeping children, mothers downstairs or anything else. She could strike me as hard as She wants, and there would be no one to hear the noise. I figure that if She does this, then She will actually rip my butt to shreds, and the pain would cause me to fear punishment so much that my submission to Her, and thus Her dominance of me, would be all the stronger for it.
Goddess accepted that this may be a good idea, and that if She can get away from work early enough, then She would come home for 2 o’clock this afternoon, give me my punishment for 15 minutes, and then we would go together to visit the school.
I am a little alarmed at the thought. If She makes it here by 2 o’clock, 15 minutes does not allow very long for the strokes I am due. If I roll the apparently inevitable five then that will be 12 strokes for discipline, plus 25 for punishment – 37 in all. Over a 15 minute period this would require fairly ruthless, constant application of the steel cane – and I know Goddess can apply it ruthlessly when She chooses to. The thought that She might simply give me 37 strokes, full strength, none stop, and not have anyone in the house to worry about hearing, is really quite frightening. But the fact that She plans to do so, specifically to ensure that I am more submissive in front of Her friends is the most exciting and rewarding aspect. I may yet achieve near perfect slavery. I will let you know if She makes it home in time today. I look forward to suffering Her punishment, and to performing better for Her in future as a result.
If I don’t get my punishment today I shall suffer it tomorrow, and probably ‘just’ get the twelve discipline strokes today.