A prelude to disappointment

Kneeling on the office chair one peered at the computer screen, using one hand to balance on the chair arm, while navigating the mouse with the other.  It was one of those positions you sort of get into because you are only planning to be there a minute, paused if you will for a moment in time.

He saw it as an opportunity to sneak up on an unprotected arse that was conveniently pointing in his direction...

See perception and reality are strictly in the eye of the beholder...

Anyway back to this...

His hand stroked and caressed the target...

Which, for the record feels more like someone range finding than sexual per se...

And then His hand descended. Not in the usual spanks that rain like fire and leave scorch marks across pale flesh, but heavy, thudding wallops...

Slow and rhythmic in pace...

And very sexual in nature...

Just as the brain was registering pleasure and pain...

And other body parts were considering more base things than going to work...

He stopped.

In fact He drove one to work and left, smiling to himself as he drove off without a care in the world...

Bastard!

Cruel tricks

There was a brief moment today when one was curled up on the lounge imbibing the bean. It was at that instant, when satisfaction has spread and all is right with the world, when He chose to make subtle hints that now would be a nice time for grilled haloumi snacks. So as one was passing in front of Him, legs suddenly shot out catching one between them and the coffee table that takes two people to move. And there one was neatly trapped... not the actions of a man in need of a snack at all.

It did however offer Him a perfect opportunity to land stinging blows upon one's naked arse, thighs and assorted spots that his freakishly long arms could reach. And there wasn't a damned thing one could do to get away from the slaps as they rained in from all directions, turning flesh to shades of pink and scarlet...

Mutters and He wonders why sometimes one is reluctant to jump at his command

It was so unfair

One small slave went to bed and was spanked...

And one was in bed early and everything

He is a mean, mean man

Leaving the burrow

We slipped out for dinner tonight. It was going to be lunch, but He was waiting for that most elusive of creatures; a UPS driver. Of course life being what it is we had been put on the end of the run, rather than the beginning where we usually are. Lunch had rolled around with no delivery in sight and He had trotted to the door at the sound of a vehicle so many times that one had worked up an appetite watching him. We made a nifty change of plans and lunch became dinner.

So rugged up in a jacket, jumper, scarf, opaque tights and a leopard mini one tottered off in search of food. This picture doesn't do the lovely gold, black and cream of the skirt justice, but it does explain a mystery. See that skirt is short, damn short, wind whistling around whiskers short and He keeps saying that it's not that short. And seen through the lens from His height it isn't. The world from His lofty height is indeed a very different world from that of one small slaves it would seem.

All things ended up equal when we returned home. The clothing ended up shoved to one side, the skirt pulled up and the tights pulled down. There were several stinging slaps that landed on the arse before one was held down and roughly fucked over the kitchen bench.

Afterwards one did point out that the thumb shoved equally roughly in the arse might have been unnecessary, to which He replied that it was to make sure that there was no repeat of that time when his aim might have been a little off...

Sighs Master is kind, Master is merciful... Master is not a sadist who likes to hear small squeaks of pain and outrage

Winter warmers

Winter is here and with it comes a few petty annoyances, like cold hands. His cold hands might one add for clarification. Unfortunately His solution to the problem involves planting them on warm slave flesh... not sure when one became the warm person in this relationship, but one suspects it was somewhere along the dieting process. Anyway the upshot is that one will be scampering along minding one's own business, when suddenly hands slip under shirts to nestle around breasts... slowly leaching out the warmth in the process.

It's like slow torture, a fact that one did point out to Him... all in the name of transparency of course. Being considerate resourceful thoughtful mean spirited He changed and adapted. That was how one found oneself being spanked this particularly nippy morning. He says that it worked a treat and warmed his hands up in no time.

Personally one just thought it stung like fuck...

The poor little cheeks were scarlet

Bastard!

Caught unawares

Leaning on the kitchen bench one small slave was busy contemplating the navel, as you do late at night, not really paying attention to where He was. It was a rookie mistake one is the first to admit, but it was short lived because out of nowhere He appeared. Standing next to one He leant, with his elbow firmly between one's shoulder blades, leaving his other hand free to roam as one lay there pinned down.

Along the base of the spine it travelled until reaching the conveniently exposed arse. The hand paused to slip and explore the contours of a cheek, before moving to the other one. It massaged gently. Back and forth, up and down. Soft, but firm stokes that relaxed and soothed.

And all the while the brain was screaming watch out, He's going to strike.

In spite of that warning the arse relaxed becoming soft and pliant under His hand.  The knees lost their rigid pose. The shoulders lost their resistance against the bench. Back and forth, up and down continued the hand.

And still the brain screamed any minute now...

He patted the arse gently and left to continue getting ready for work.

Bastard!