It has been a very, very long time since I posted Winter Rules Adaptation anything about rules updates. Therefore, here are our Spring Rules along with my first punishment.

1. Sophia’s nipples will be utilized every day. This could include clipping or clamping, being bitten or sucked, being slapped or vacuumed. If nipples have not been utilized by 7:00 p.m., Sophia will remind Milord.
2. Sophia will worship or ask to worship Milord’s cock daily. If Milord is out of town, he has the right to require Sophia to worship another cock or to stay in practice by using a dildo.
3. Sophia will be naked a minimum of 12 hours of each day.
4. The first Sunday of each month is reserved for a full maintenance day.
5. Sophia will make sure her ass is ready and available for fucking at any time. If said ass is not in a proper state due to no fault of her own (soreness, illness, etc), no punishment will be given if she informs Milord accordingly. However, if it is not available for use due to her own fault (diet related constipation for example) a punishment will immediately be administered.

So, as always, I agreed to each and every one of these rules. The first few days and weeks are the hardest when new rules are implemented simply because I forget, however. Once I’m in the habit, I’m good, but despite the rules being posted in our bedroom, the inside of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, the PlayRoom, and Milord having me recite them every morning for the first month of their institution, I still forget.

Naturally, the one I forgot first was the first rule – the utilization of my nipples every day and my duty to remind Milord if he forgets. Let me relay what happened this morning.

“Milord, would you like me to worship your cock while you finish your coffee?” I asked after finishing up breakfast.

“Yes, but we have something to address first.”

He used THAT voice, so I was already on edge, my mind searching for my misdeed.

“Did you forget something last night?”

Frowning, I answered, “I don’t think so.”

“Recite your rules.”

“My nipples will be .. . . . OH!! Yes!” I stood before him, hands behind my back, head bowed. “I’m so sorry, Milord. I forgot to remind you to utilize my nipples last night.”

“You did. I intentionally didn’t play with them to see if you would remember. You failed. Go get me two clothespins.”

I obeyed. He pinched my nipples then attached the pins. He made sure to only clip the sensitive nipples. I gasped at the tightness, but offered no complaint.

“Now, on your knees between my legs. Worship my cock. Keep at it until I come.”

I got into position, each move I made causing the pins to wiggle on my poor nipples. The position was awkward, made even more so when Milord would occasionally flick one of the clothespins. I was on my knees, beneath the table, my mouth sucking in Milord’s cock, one hand cradling his balls. Every time I moved my head I felt the pins vibrate.

“Thumbs up for green,” he commanded.

I lifted my thumb. Yes, my nipples were screaming, but I knew the blood had only been restricted a few minutes.

“You’re such a good slut, Sophia,” he murmured, one hand caressing my hair. “Look at you. Accepting those tight pins like a champ. You’re going to swallow all of my cum now, aren’t you?”

I looked up, careful to maintain my focus on his cock, and gave a quick, happy nod. He tipped his head back and I felt his balls tighten. He shot his sweetness down my throat as I eagerly gulped it down. Once the deluge ended, he allowed me to keep his cock in my mouth a few extra moments. I made sure I’d clicked every drop from his flesh. He scooted back in his chair and patted his lap.

Accepting my fate, I got into position. His hand came down hard, and I let loose with a surprised squeak. As he spanked me, he scolded:

I can’t believe you broke a simple rule already.

You failed a test.

I was so disappointed in you. (THAT was the one that brought on the tears.”

Finally, he stopped. I was dripping wet by that time. He did, bless his merciful heart, finger me until I enjoyed a screeching orgasm.

He helped me to stand then pulled the clothespins free from my bruised nipples. I screamed and would have pressed my hands against my swollen nips if I hadn’t seen the look in his eyes. I gasped until the pain subsided.

He took my face in his hands and kissed me. “Well done, Sophia,” he praised. “I’m so proud of you.”

And with those simple words, all was once again right in my world.