This weekend, I promised to do whatever He wished, to be the perfect submissive. I really want to be a better submissive, and I’d hoped this would jump start my mindset. If I failed, I said – and wrote – a list of ways he could punish me. Who knew that I would screw up within the very first hour and earn a punishment which would last the entire weekend.  We agreed that we would spent most of the weekend inside the house. I would only leave the house with permission. What do I do? I go outside to grab the mail. He sees this, scolds me and decides my punishment – nudity. No clothing for the rest of the weekend. Since it’s below freezing outside, this is an extremely effective way to keep me inside. He started a lovely fire which kept the living room quite toasty – which I was grateful for! To show my gratitude, I worshiped his cock, sucking him deeply, massaging his balls until he blessed me with his creamy goodness. He then decided that whenever I left the room, I would ask permission. I would also need to “pay” for leaving by sucking on his cock. I nodded early, thrilled with the idea that I’d have his cock in my mouth so often. Twice I needed to use the restroom, so I asked, sucked, and was allowed to leave. Then, He left the room for a few hours to get some work done in his office. I was left in the living room with no phone, no clothing, and no way to leave the room. After about an hour, I had to pee again. Badly. I waited and waited. I tried shouting for him, but no answer. Finally, I couldn’t take it any more. My bladder was going to burst! So I hurried from the room, did what I needed to do, then rushed back into the living room only to find Him leaning against the wall. I hung my head, knowing I was in for another punishment. He positioned me in the center of the room, facing the fireplace, with my hands on my head. Then, He grabbed his flogger. The first few minutes weren’t bad at all, then he began flogging me in earnest. Once I dropped my arms. BIG MISTAKE. He signed, put my arms back in position and told me that because I had broken position, he was going to start the time over. Time? He then explained that he had planned on flogging my for fifteen minutes – five for warm up and ten for punishment. Now, he’d re-start the punishment time – which was a shame, because he had been seven minutes in when I dropped my arms. Tears formed in my eyes, but I nodded my understanding. Before he re-started, though, I turned my head (keeping my arms up) and thanked him. He smiled, kissed me, and said, “You’re very welcome, my love. Now, let’s begin again.”

Eleven minutes later I was in his arms, quietly sobbing against his shoulder. My ass and upper thighs were a mass of stinging fire, and my pussy was as wet as my face. He was praising me, now, telling me he loved me, that he was proud of me. That He’d hold me for as long as I liked. At this moment, there is no where else I want to be. This was a fabulous idea. Yes, I’ve been punished, but the weekend isn’t even half over yet, and I’m already in a very submissive, happy mindset. I snuggle against him and whisper, “I love you.” He answers, “I love you, too, baby.”