Five days later, we were packing up the rental to go home. True to his word, I had been plugged or fucked in every orifice every day. My nipples had been clipped, and every day I wore dried cum on my skin as we visited the Art Museum, the Zoo, attended a Cardinal’s game, and strolled through the Botanical Gardens.

At the Art Museum, I had to keep one hand on Milord at all times. At the Zoo, I couldn’t say his name. At the Cardinal’s game, he gave me a challenge I thought would be easy – no jumping up. I was wrong! I jumped up seven times! At the Gardens, I had to learn the names of the trees we passed and Milord would quiz me in the car while heading to our next destination. This was the hardest of all the daily challenges.

My consequence for not keeping up with the challenges included a flaying (no blood, just raised welts for a few hours) with his flogger, a ginger plug while being spanked, and endured a clipped pussy for twenty minutes.

“Bend over,” he ordered as I snapped my suitcase closed.

Without thinking, I did so. He began with his hand. Over and over again, he spanked me. I was moaning with need and getting wetter with every smack. Finally, he stopped and plunged his cock into my dripping puss. He fucked me hard. Fast. This was no love making. This was taking what he wanted and giving what I needed. Too quickly, he unleased his pleasure, filling me with his come. I started to stand when he pulled out, but he placed a hand lightly in the center of my back. I went back in place.

“I want you to feel that spanking for the entire trip home. I want you to feel a burn. That always keeps you in a sub state of mind, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Milord.”

I felt him rubbing lotion lightly on my tender ass. He blew gently and rather than feeling coolness, I felt heat. A LOT of heat! I whimpered.

He helped me up, helped me slip into my shoes and step into my dress. My eyes were wide as he lifted both suitcases and explained, “I rubbed a small amount of Capsaicin on your bottom. It will burn for some time, my love, and you will not, I’m afraid, be very comfortable on the flight home. The effect should last about 3 hours, so it will dissipate by the time we reach the house. There is an antidote. Do you want it?”

I shook my head, my eyes still big as saucers. “No, Milord. I don’t. I may be doing some squirming in the seat, though.”

He laughed and held my arm as we stepped into the rental car. “I would expect you will! But, by the time we get home, you’ll be more than ready for another shag. Won’t you?”

“Honestly, I’m ready for one now!! By the time we’re home, I may just rip your clothes off as soon as we get there!”

“And I, my love,” he kissed my hand, “will absolutely let you.”