"I'm sorry! Please forgive me Master!" I begged, choking on a lump lodged in my throat, my Sir ignored my pleas for mercy.
"Count." He ordered sternly in a his dominant voice. "Or I will start over," he threatened, calmly.
"Six!" I cried out.
He landed another spanking. solidly, I knew better than to move at all, otherwise it might land where it wasn't intended and cause more pain.
"Seven!... Eight!... Nine!... Ten..." I moaned, in a confusing mix of pain and arousal.
"Good girl," he helped me stand, but I kept my eyes down in shame. "Look at me." He ordered, instead of waiting until I forced my eyes to look at him, he wore a mask concealing his appearance like always. He stood to his full height of six foot three. I sniffed and wiped my nose with the back of my hand, "Thoroughly punished?" I nod sniffing again. "Good girl, now go lay on the bed face down."
"Yes Sir," I answered without hesitation or hard feelings. I quickly scampered down the hall the the bed room, and did as he bade.
Soon I heard him enter the bed room, and heard him approach the bed. I felt his weight dip the bed towards my hips a little bit, and heard the mattress protest to the change in its shape. I also heard the sound of a lit to a bottle being opened. Gentle hands came to massage baby oil into my into my fiery ass-
"Hey! Wake up, we're going to be late!" My roommate, Ginny, screamed, pulling my disoriented body off my bed, and out of my wistful dream.
"Wha-? Oh shit!" I scrambled up off the floor, and over to my dresser to throw on the first things my hand touches, which happened to be skinny jeans and a band tee, I pulled on my slip-on checkered vans as fast as I could and threw my messenger bag over my shoulder. Rushing out the door, I had Ginny right on my heels.
