“How are you feeling today? Are you healed?” Milord asked during breakfast.

“I’m still a bit tender,” I replied honestly. I knew never to lie to Him. He looked at me in a calculating way.

“Where?”

I blushed, and said, “My ass is still tender.”

“Your ass?”

I gulped. “My anus, Milord.”

He nodded. “In that case, I’ll leave that be today. However, your ass is mine. Today, you will ‘wear’ a red ass. Understand?”

I paled now and said, “I do, Milord.”

He pushed back from the table and patted his lap. I removed my robe and placed myself in the expected position. He began with a slow spanking to warm me up, for which I was grateful. I was also very, very wet. Then, he began to spank harder and harder until I was clenching my fists and curling my toes. I was also literally dripping onto the hardwood floor.

Finally, he finished, turned me over and held me. He kissed my head and murmured, “Set a timer for every hour, love. Come to me and I will check your ass to make sure it is still at the very least pink. If not, I’ll spank it again until it’s as red as it is now. If you do this without fail, I’ll make love to you after dinner. If you’re even a few minutes late, however, there will be no coming for you today, but rather a caning after you have sucked me off. Understand?”

“Yes, Milord.”

“Do you agree?”

I looked up at him and smiled. “Absolutely, Milord.”

That night, after he made love to me, I slept on my belly, and thanked the universe for my man.