My relationship with my lover, partner, and master, James, is filled with love and a goodly amount of passion. We founded our relationship first at school where James was a Prefect when I was a lowly junior boy. I am taller and heavier than James, but our relationship has developed on the basis of our respective tastes - James is very much a top and I enjoy serving his needs. Some time elapsed between our first meeting and striking up a long-term relationship although we saw each other from time to time.
James is a businessman who travels quite a lot while I have a more sedentary life which I enjoy. We have a house in Sydney but spend most of our time at a small country property about 35km south of Brisbane.
Some years ago, I suggested to James that we should set up a discipline regime whereby I would record any misdeeds during the week on a sheet of paper on the fridge and I would accept punishment at some point, of James' choosing, between Friday evening and Sunday evening to clear whatever demerits I had earned. We agreed also that if James stuffed up, he would also receive punishment although the real purpose was for me to get my act together and get my somewhat disorganised life in order.
Now James hates being punished - he had enough of that at school -and he is quite well organised so the opportunity for me to play the top rarely arises.
During each week, if I forget to do some chore, or am late for an appointment etc, I record it on the demerit list on the fridge and check one of the boxes which indicates whether I consider my punishment should be with the strap, the wooden spoon, the light cane or the heavy cane. Each check mark indicates three strokes of the implement indicated. If I think I have been really bad I can put, for example, two crosses which means that I think I should get six.
Generally therefore I can choose what I record and how much punishment I get. But James has the right to review the list and to modify it if he knows of something important that I have not listed or if he thinks I have understated the significance of some matter.
Each punishment session starts with a butt warming with James' hand - he has big, firm hands which is why he is good at the piano. Following the warm up, I then have to accept the punishment which is due.
In the beginning, before I got my act together, some sessions were terribly severe and I soon learnt not to commit to doing something for which I either didn't have time, or didn't think I could organise. Over time, the punishments have eased off and I am now a very well organised but busy person who can manage a full time job and look after all the domestic organisation - banking, getting the housekeeper sorted out etc.
This background will give the reader some idea of the degree of control I have over my own fate and should show that James is not a sadist - one of the reasons that I love him.
This last week was not a good one for me however and my butt shows the outcome.
During the week I had forgotten to run a couple of errand which needed to be done and by Thursday I had 8 demerits on the list and had selected to be punished with the strap for each offence. I was therefore facing 24 strokes of the strap - my instrument of choice - which, while painful, it far better than the cane which I really hate.
My undoing came on Friday when I realised that I had forgotten to post some videos to a friend in Sydney. When I realised, I went to the computer but couldn't find the postal address. It was fairly late on Friday when I emailed the friend and asked for the address. Fortunately he replied quickly and I rushed down to the village to post the parcel.
Knowing that James would be really pissed at my having forgotten to do something which I had promised to do, I decided not to record the offence since I really didn't want a caning and I knew that that would be called for if James found out.
James and I both pride ourselves on our honesty and I was really uncomfortable with not telling him. But when I went to the cupboard in the spare bedroom where the strap and canes are kept and I touched the canes, I just couldn't bring myself to record my offence.
James determines the timing of my punishments and it is the anticipation, as much as the event itself, which gives me the most excitement.
On Friday night James arrived home and took a spa and had a scotch which I prepared for him and we then entertained some friends for dinner. We went to bed and did what two lovers do. James said not one word about the demerits I had recorded.
Last night, we set a fire and put a doona on the living room floor after a quiet dinner. As we often do, we stripped and lay in front of the fire cuddling and talking.
James began talking about whether I thought we should buy the rose farm which has just gone on the market. James loves roses and his thinking was that we could buy the farm and have someone else run it for us. I am not as good as James in judging investments so I said that I would leave it up to him. I suggested that we go and enquire as to the price the vendor was asking tomorrow (Monday) and was surprised that James already knew what the asking price was.
As it turned out, James had noticed the "For Sale" sign as he was driving home and had gone into the place to enquire. He told me then that he had seen me driving home while he was talking to the vendor and casually asked where I had been. I thought better of lying and explained about the videos and the fact that I had just been to post them. I apologised for having not done as I had said and posted them earlier.
As I had anticipated, James was really annoyed, especially since I had not recorded the matter of the demerits list. He told me to go and get the list and when I returned, he reviewed it with me.
Dragging me over his lap, James proceeded to give me my warm up. One hand held my erect _c_o_c_k_ while the other beat a steady tattoo on my butt. When my butt was a nice red and glowing, James told me to go fetch the strap. I did so and, without any instruction, knelt on the sofa with my butt sticking out for the preordained punishment.
James then proceeded to give me 24 strokes of the strap taking about 10-15 seconds between strokes as usual so that I felt every blow. I was ready for _s_e_x_ by the time he had finished and I got up expecting that that would follow. I lay down with James and he stroked my sore butt and fondled me nearly causing me to have an orgasm. I started fondling and kissing my lover but he pulled away and asked me what I thought should be done about both failing to send to videos when I had promised and also lying to him buy not mentioning it and recording the fact.
I knew that there was no way out so I admitted that I should be punished further. James just lay there watching me and didn't say a word. I hate it when he does that because it means that I have to make the first move. Resigned to my fate, I went to the spare bedroom and got the canes and returned to the living room.
James still didn't say anything so I had to go and get the piano stool and place it in the centre of the room. I just stood there with a raging erection while James toyed with the canes. Finally he got up and motioned for me to bend over and grab the stool. With me legs as far apart as possible, my already sore butt was hanging out waiting for its just deserts.
The first stroke told me two things. Firstly it told me that James had selected the light whippy cane which I hate the most and, secondly, it told me from the force of the blow that the strap had tenderised my butt more than I had realised.
The second stroke, about 20 seconds later caused me incredible pain and I could not help but yell out an explitive.
The third and fourth strokes we applied with equal force and at about 20-30 second intervals but which time I was crying and my legs shaking.
James then came over to me and touched my butt to see where the strokes had landed. He then returned to his position and gave me the fifth stroke low down where my butt and thighs meet. That one hurt more than the others!
The sixth and final stroke landed just above the previous one. Despite the pain and the shaking of my legs, my _c_o_c_k_ erupted and splattered everywhere in one of the most intense orgasms imaginable.
James came to me and milked to last few drops from my _c_o_c_k_ and then told me to shower while he cleaned up the mess.
In the bathroom I examined my butt and saw that the six welts were neatly spaced in parallel lines down the bottom half of my butt. Drying my eyes, I had nothing but admiration for the precision with which James had wielded the cane - he has had plenty of practice at school and since.
After showering I got into bed and James joined me after turning out the lights. He rubbed some lotion into my aching backside and asked whether I thought he had been fair. By way of an answer, I kissed him and put my arms around him. Of course he had been fair.
This morning, my butt shows the effectiveness of my punishment. It will be days before the stripes start to fade. As I type this, James is sitting reading the Sunday papers. He knows it will be quite some time before I lie to him again! Jamie