Sir decided that for our annual 4th of July celebration – which is quite

formal – I would be wearing the colors of our nation.  To begin, he presented me with an exquisite pearl choker necklace. It fit snugly around my neck and, as he informed me, would serve as my formal collar. Naturally, I thanked him by sucking on his cock. We agreed long ago that this was a proper way to thank him for any gift, especially  jewelry! As it had been two whole days since I’d been able to perform this service, we were both eager. Honestly, I was a bit disappointed that he came so quickly, but we did, after all, have a celebration to prepare for and the choice of when to come is his! It also is rather complimentary to my skills when he comes quickly, so there’s that as well.

 

 

Next came Red. He took me over his knee and proceeded to redden my ass. As he spanked he told me the meaning of Red on our Flag (which I already knew). He explained in excruciating detail (see what I did there :)). He fingered me until I came before sliding me onto the bed. I then heard him opened his dresser draw and knew what he was after.

Sure enough, I heard the whizz of his leather belt a nanosecond before feeling the burn. I squeaked in surprise, but was able to maintain position while he administered ten licks. Then, he informed me that he would periodically, throughout our celebration, require me to go into our bedroom where he would check to make sure my skin was still red. If it had faded, he would use our quietest implement – the cane –  to make sure I stayed red. I gasped at this and begged him to reconsider. The party would go on for hours and I knew that my skin would not hold its redness for more than two! The cane may indeed be the quietest implement, but it was also the one I feared the most.

He, however, was relentless in his demand, however. Plus, because of my reluctance he added that each time I went to the bathroom I was to check the coloring. If the tone had faded from red to pink, I was to inform him then go to the bedroom to lift my skirt and bend over the bed. I agreed. Yes, I wasn’t looking forward to this, but I do so adore when Sir insists on my obedience.

 

Finally came the Blue. Once the spanking was complete, he helped me stand. As I said, this is a formal celebration and I wear a formal gown. Tonight, I would also be wearing an actual bone corset. I slipped the chemise over my head and stepped into the split drawers. Sir helped me with the corset. He tightened it as much as he could then went to dress himself. I fixed my hair and  make-up. By then the corset had become almost comfortable. Sir came to check it again, noted that he could again tighten the laces, and pulled them taut. I could breath easily, but would not be able to bend comfortably – not that I planned on sitting much anyway especially after being caned on top of the belting! Sir then helped me slip the gown over my head, kissed me, and told me I looked beautiful. He, wearing a dark suit, white shirt, gold cuff links, and a red and blue tie, looked stunningly handsome.

Yes, now I was ready to celebrate the Red, White, and Blue and welcome our guests. I circulated the room, making sure conversation flowed easily and drinks were filled. After about an hour a a half I excused myself to use the bathroom. As per Sir’s orders, I check my coloring and paled slightly when I saw the markings had faded to a light blush color. I returned to the gather and signaled Sir by tapping two fingers against my lips then went up to the bedroom. I set the dreaded cane on the bed then lifted my skirts. With a bit of difficulty because of the corset, I first knelt on the floor then positioned myself over the bed, the split draws opening of their own volition. 

I waited a short time for Sir to come in. He softly shut the door, suggested I make no noises, and laid three stripes on my ass.

He ran a hand over the raised welts and asked me how many red strips were on the flag. I gulped and answered “7.”

“Exactly. By the end of the evening, that is exactly how many red strips you will have as well. At that time, if you have brought no attention to our little arrangement her tonight to our guests, once the party is over, I will see you well rewarded.”

And so it went. Five hours later, I did indeed have seven red welts on my bottom as I waved goodbye to our final guest. Sir and I cleaned up a bit then, he ordered me to bed, naked and on my belly. I obeyed.

When he joined me, he began by dripping warmed oil on my back and massaged it in. Down my back, over my now painless welts, down my legs. He had me turn over and repeated the procedure on my front side, paying close attention to my breasts and nipples. I was gasping and squirming. When he reached the apex between my legs, he worked the oil over my labia and fingered me until I exploded with pleasure while he worked more of the oil into my anus.

Finally, he lay on his back and gave me the order I’d been hoping for. “On top.”

Eagerly, I obeyed, positioning myself over his hard cock. He has a rule, my favorite, that when I’m on top, I MUST have my ass filled either with him or a plug. Since he had not inserted a plug, I speared myself on him. I came again, screaming his name.

Once the wave slowed, I began to move, Sir allowing me free reign to ride him as I pleased. By the time I had enjoyed my fifth orgasm, I was begging him to come as well. In one swift movement, he flipped us both over. He knelt between my legs, my ankles on his shoulders and fucked me with powerful thrusts. It took him less than 2 minutes to fill me with his essence.

He collapsed next to me and gathered me into his arms.

“Was tonight too much?” he asked solicitiously.

I giggled and answered with absolutely honesty. “Tonight, Sir, was perfect.”