The Party

He couldn’t believe this was happening. Not tonight of all nights. Sitting there on the highway stuck in traffic. His mind drifting back to this morning when she told him don’t be late tonight. Tonight was the party. She has this thing every year and it is important to her. She will not understand his being late no matter how the tries to explain it.

Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and feeling his heart race in his chest, all he wanted to do was get home to her. He could see her in his mind, her beauty, her smile. Yes, her smile he would do anything to see that smile; to hear her say I love you, you have pleased me. That is what he wanted more than anything to please her. That was all that really mattered to him now.

His mind drifting trying to remember when it happened. When did she become everything he needed and wanted? When did he lose himself in her? How did it happen? He had never been able to answer those questions. Not really. All he knew was it is her that matters. Her will, her needs, her desires. Not his any longer. For his one desire was to please her. All of his needs could only be filled by her and he no longer had a will of his own. It was her will now. He was hers.

Damn, he needed to be there now. He was to help her ready things for the party. He should have left work early. Why does this always happen? No matter how he tried something went wrong. He planned to be on time. He tried his best. None of this was going to matter to her. What was going to matter was he was not there when she needed him to be.

Finally he saw his exit approaching and moved to the right lane. Glancing at the clock he realized he was already late. Shit, he thought. Hurrying trying to get home as fast as he could hoping she would not be too mad at him this time. Looking in his mirror, he couldn’t believe his eyes. A police car with its lights on was behind him. Glancing down, he saw he was going 20 miles over the speed limit. Pulling over to the side of the road cursing his stupidity, he waited for the officer.

He shook his head in frustration. Now he would be even later and he would have to tell her he had a ticket for speeding. She was not going to be happy. He felt himself tremble at the thought. He hated it when he disappointed her, when he saw that look on her face. All he really wanted was to please her and that was not going to happen tonight.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” The officer asked, jarring him back to the present situation. “Yes, sir…I am sorry… I need to get home and I wasn’t paying attention,” he stammered. The officer was writing the ticket and looking at him. “Officer, I am really sorry couldn’t you just give me a warning this time? I promise to drive carefully. I just am late and it is really important that I get home.” Looking at him the officer continued writing. “You should be glad all I am giving you is a ticket this is a residential area I could take you in for the speed you were going.”

“Yes, sir thank you,” he said holding his hand out for the ticket. Damn he thought now she was really going to blister his ass. She was always on him about his driving and now he is coming home late with a ticket. Pulling slowly away from the curb he continued on his way home at a much slower speed. This was not his night. Not at all.

He pulled into the driveway of their house and he could feel his heart racing in his chest. His legs felt like lead, he didn’t want to go in and face her. Didn’t want to see the disappointment in her eyes, hear the anger in her voice. Slowly he drug himself from the car and walked to the door. His hand shook as he reached for the knob.

He opened the door and entered the living room. “You are late!” he heard her call from the kitchen. “Yes, Ma’am I am very sorry. What can I do to help you get things ready?” He asked as he walks toward the kitchen. She looked at him coldly as he stood in the doorway. “Nothing,” she answered.

“What is your excuse this time?” She demands. “Ma’am, I don’t have one. I am very sorry. It couldn’t be avoided the traffic was at a standstill.” Continuing to glare at him, she asked “What time did you leave work?” Damn, he thought why did she do that to him all the time. “Ma’am?” he questioned her. “What part didn’t you understand?” she asked harshly. “What time did you leave work??” she demanded again.

Taking a deep breath he answers “5 p.m. Ma’am.” He heard the exhale of exasperation come from her. “When you know I need you home at 5:30 on a Friday you wait until 5 to leave? ” He felt like dying, he hated hearing the disappointment in her voice. “Ma’am I am sorry I should have left earlier.” “Yes, you should have,” she replied as she set out the last tray of holiday food.

“I am sorry,” he whispered very low. “I don’t have time to deal with you now,” she said sternly. “But don’t worry I will later.” With his heart pounding so hard he could hear it, he decided to tell her about the ticket now, later would only be worse.

“Mistress,” he whispered holding out the ticket to her while looking down at his feet. “What is this?” she questioned as she took it from his hand. “I can’t believe you!!!” she yelled. “I have told you about your driving. You wait until the last minute and then you rush.” Swallowing hard in a barely audible whisper he said “I am very sorry Mistress. I didn’t mean to anger you. I just thought I should let you know.” His eyes were lowered looking at his feet as he stood there. Right now he would love to just melt into the floor.

She just shook her head and stormed out of the room. He stood there for a while and realized tears were slowly slipping down his cheek. Sniffing and wiping his eyes he headed upstairs. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. He hoped that maybe she would let him brush her hair for her. All he wanted to do was please her.

She came out in just her satin robe and looked coldly at him sitting on the bed. He looked down quickly not wanting to meet her eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment in them. “Mistress, may I brush your hair for you?” his voice cracked as he asked. She stared at him not answering him. God he hated that. He hated when she ignored him. Anything, and he did mean anything was better than that. He watched through lowered eyes as she picked up her brush and started to brush her own hair.

He felt the wet tears slide down his face as he lowered his head into his hands, elbows on his knees. Silently his shoulders shook. He was so stupid. All he had to do was leave in time to get home to her. She saw him in the mirror as she brushed her hair. She knew he was crying silently and she felt an overwhelming need to hold him. God, he could anger so one moment and then the next she felt the need to just hold him.

She moved slowly to his side and sat on the bed with him. Putting an arm over his shoulder she whispered... ”Come here.” He fell into her arms burying his face in her breast, and wrapping his arms around her waist. Silently the tears continued to fall. She stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head. Softly she told him, “you need to get ready people will be arriving soon.” Holding her tight trying to calm himself he nodded his head against her. She kissed him again and slowly rose leaving the room.

He sat on the bed a few moments before heading to the bathroom to wash his face and ready himself for the party. As he enter the front room, he could hear guest had started to arrive. Hearing the sound of his Mistress’ laughter, he smiled. Her laughter filled him with joy. He walked over to join his Mistress, kneeling down as he reached her, with his head bowed, legs open slightly and his upturned palms on his thighs. He waited for her command to rise or her offered hand.

What he heard made blood go cold. He was certain he misunderstood her command but then she repeated it. “Remove your clothes you won’t be needing them tonight.” His heart was racing how could she order him to do this? She knows how shy he is. “Mistress?” his voice shaky as he spoke. SLAP!!! her hand came across his face hard. “NOW!!!!!!”

He stood slowly, actually trembling as he did. With his hands shaking he began to remove his clothing. He tried hard to concentrate on her as he had learned to do when serving publicly. His eyes kept moving to those in the room and he realized they were all watching him. He felt like crying or running out of the room. But he would do neither, he was not going to humiliate himself and thereby her any further. He was her property, to with as she pleased he reminded himself.

He stood naked before her, head bowed, feet slightly apart, hands clasp behind his back as he had been taught to do so long ago. He felt her finger graze his nipple and he took a deep breath, shuddering slightly. What happened next seemed unreal to him.

“The Holidays can be such a frustrating time for us all, I thought it would be nice this year to provide some stress reduction at my little party.” He was wondering what she meant, and then the unbelievable happened. “So, I have decided that my bratty sub here will serve that purpose for all of you. He has been rather naughty today and needs to have his ass warmed good.” Was this real? She was going to punish him here in front of others?

He closed his eyes, lowering his head to his chest and listened as she went on. Shame filling him as she told the others of his bad behavior. “He was an hour late arriving home and for that he deserves 60 swats on a normal day, but since today was a special day I am charging him 90. Also, he was speeding and got a ticket. A ticket that is going to cost 85 dollars, he needs to pay that off too.” He was frozen, he couldn’t move or speak. How could he take 175 swats? He would be in tears, crying and pleading. She wouldn’t do this to him here in front of others.....would she?

Finally his mind snapped back and he heard what she was saying. “....his ass, back of his thighs, his upper back are all available for your use. However, his front and between his legs are for me only. I have several items available for your use or you may use one of your own if you wish.” What, she was going to let others spank him? NOOOOOOO, he wanted to shout but couldn’t get the words out.

He felt her hand on his arm guiding him to a table. “Put your hands on the table. You are not to move until I tell you it is ok. Do you understand me?” He nodded his head yes, but felt as if he was in a dream. This wasn’t really happening. He was snapped to reality when he felt the first cracks of a belt on his ass. CRACKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKK......... ”I said put your hands on the table, now do it and spread your legs, you know the position.”

He moved into position feeling as if he was weighted down under water. This was so unreal, never had she done anything like this to him. He braced himself waiting for what he knew would come. He felt so ashamed, so unworthy, how could she even want a worthless sub like him.

He heard the guest moving around, talking, laughing. He heard some of the subs whispering about how they hoped their Owners were not getting any ideas. Some expressions of sympathy for his plight, wondering how bad he must have been to make his Mistress so angry. He felt so ashamed, he knew what he did had hurt her and he wanted to make it up some how. But he knew he needed to stay where she had placed him and somehow take all 175 strokes.

He felt himself shudder as he thought about the number. He closed his eyes and wished he could close his ears as well. Then he heard the voice of one of his Mistress’ friends behind speaking to her. “This is such a lovely gift you are offering us, the use of your sub.” Feeling soft fingers trail over his ass he tensed. “I will give him 10 for the long line I had to stand in today.” He heard her laugh softly behind from behind him and felt the thin cane being laid against his ass.

God he hated that thing, his Mistress used it when she wanted to punish him without much sound. WHAPPPPPPPPP WHAPPPPPPPPP WHAPPPPPPP WHAPPPPPPP WHAPPPPPPPPP.........he gritted his teeth together stifling a cry, as he felt the burning lashes raising welts on his ass. WHAPPPPPPPPP WHAPPPPPPPPPP WHAPPPPPPPPP WHAPPPPPPPPPPP WHAPPPPPPPPPPPPP ..........he trembled slightly as the blows fell firmly on his ass. His mind raced how would he possible be able to take all she offered?

The deep voice of well known Master came to his ears, he could hear him speaking to his sub. “Darling, you are in such luck tonight I will give you an early Christmas gift. You had a spanking coming tonight but since our lovely hostess has made such a generous offer of her sub I will let him take your punishment.” He heard her whisper in a low voice, “thank you Master.” Then as she passed him, in a barely audible voice she said “I am so sorry.”

He felt the leather strap being drug over his sore cheeks. “She had 15 coming, so I will give your sub that number.” He heard his Mistress ask “What had she done?” and then her laughter at the reply. “She was late coming home by 15 min. today.” He slumped forward on his arms dreading the strap. CRACKKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKKK.......he felt the strokes landing across both cheeks the fold edge snapping hard raising welts. CRACKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKK ....... a gasp escaped from him Arrrrrggggghhhhhhh......despite his efforts to contain it. CRACKKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKKK CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK......... Owwwwwwwww.....he cried out.

He wished he could crawl under a rock. Never had he been so embarrassed in his life. But he would not move, he would not shame her by disobeying her. Again silently he reminded himself he belonged to her, to used by her how she saw fit, to be punished when she said and how she chose.

Others had come up and given him a few swats here and there. He was only at about 35 of the 175 and all he wanted was for it to be over. He wanted to hide somewhere. He had disappointed her. He needed to hug her, but knew better than to move or speak. This was worse than the time she made him stand in the corner while visiting a friend. Then at least he had his clothes and there had been only one person present other than his Mistress.

He heard a Mistress complaining about long lines, not being able to find what she wanted, how stressful the Holidays are for her. Then he heard his Mistress’ voice “Why don’t you pick something and use it on my sub, that is what he is there for. Stress relief.” He felt the cold wood of the blond hardwood paddle being rubbed over his lower cheeks. The Mistress swung it hard with a sharp upward motion catching both of his lower cheeks and driving him forward.

WHACKKKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKK....... ”Boy count for me , I require subs to keep count of the strokes I give.” She ordered firmly. Gasping slightly from the pain... ”Yes, Ma’am.....that was 5 ma’am.” WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKK “Aaaaahhhhh......10 Ma’am” his ass burned, she was using the paddle over and over in the same spot. WHACKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKKK.....he felt tears forming, trying to keep them back he bit down on his lip......WHAKKKKKKKKK WHAKKKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKK....... “15 Ma’am” his voice cracking......shit he thought I am not crying not here......The Mistress continued punishing his ass WHACKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKK.....AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH........he yelled out unable to contain it....his voice trembling on the verge of crying...... ”Ma’am that was 20.” he swallowed trying to keep from crying, but felt a tear roll down his cheek. His shoulder shook as the blows continued to reign down on his ass and then moved to his thighs......WHACKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK WHACKKKKKKKKKK his voice cracking, no longer able to hide the fact he was crying...... ”th th thirty-five......Ma’am” he stuttered. He heard the paddle being laid down on the table......shaking unable to stop the tears dripping down his cheeks landing on the table.

That was only 70 he still had 105 to go, he wasn’t going to make it. He needed his Mistress to forgive him, to love him. Never had he felt so alone, so lost, so hopeless. He wanted.. .no he needed to be held. But he couldn’t ask her that in front of everyone. Then he felt her hand on his back........his head went lower.......afraid to move, to look at her......wanting so bad to turn to her, fall into her arms....his throat was so dry , he couldn’t speak....he heard her soft voice... ”here drink some water” she was hold a glass for him. He took a few sips and hoarsely whispered “thank you Mistress.”

“Come with me” came her softly spoken command. He almost lost his balance his legs were shaking. He wondered where they were going but he dared not ask. “Stand in the corner, with your nose touching the wall, hands by your side. Stand there and think about how you displeased me, how you disappointed me. Don’t move, don’t speak until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?” In a trembling voice he answered “yyyyyyyesss Ma’am.” He moved to the corner and took the position she had ordered.

After standing in the corner for what seemed like hours, with nothing to do but think as she had ordered, he was certain of one thing. This time he had screwed up too much. She was not going to forgive him. Well he had never understood what she saw in him anyway. He knew she could do better. He was sure she would be telling him to leave tonight. Suddenly his body was racked with sobs and he couldn’t stop.

“Baby?” her soothing voice came from behind him. But he couldn’t answer, he was too ashamed, too afraid, too....too.. .hell too everything. Her hand was on the small of his back, “come here, come with me.” She had his hand and was moving to the sofa. As she sat down, he lowered himself to his knees. He lowered his head to her feet, his tears still falling.

“What is it baby? what’s wrong?” he could hear the concern in her voice, but all he could do is shake his head slowly. He couldn’t tell her that he knew she was going to make him leave her. He knew had screwed up too bad to be forgiven. Her voice soft as silk whispered “come let me hold you.” He stood slowly keeping his eyes on the floor and moved into her arms. God how he wanted her to hold him to rock him, to make it all better.

He buried his face in her breast and clung to her shaking and sobbing. She started to rock slowly. He heard her humming softly as she rocked him...... ”shhhhhhhhhhhhh....it’s ok my love, it’s all over, everyone went home.....shhhhhhhh” came her soft soothing whispers. She held him close until finally he calmed down and then he just laid there in her arms. He knew this was the last night she would hold him and he didn’t want it to end. He closed his eyes breathing in her scent, feeling her touch, memorizing her voice. He wanted to be able to remember everything about her.

“Look at me.” Slowly his eyes rose to meet hers. “Tell me what is wrong,” she commanded in a soft voice, but it was a command never the less. He knew to disobey would mean having his ass blistered and the question repeat, so he might as well just answer her now. “I am so very sorry I disappointed, Mistress..........I I know how wrong I was and this is not the first time.... I just want you to know, I love you and everything you have done for me.....and I am truly sorry” ..... ...tears began to spill from his eyes and slip down his cheeks. ....his voice cracking as he spoke....... ”You deserve so much better, and I am sure you will find it........I I will pack and be ready to leave.....” “LEAVE???????” she cut him off....... ”what do you mean leave?” she demanded. He looked up at her puzzled...... ”Don’t you want me gone? after everything I have done? I screw up all the time”......his trailed off as he saw fire blazing in her eyes.

Grabbing his arm she jerked him over her lap and began to spank him with her hand. Harder and harder the blows came down on his already sore ass. “What have I told you about asking when you are worried about something???” SMACKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKKK “Well??” “Ma’am you told me to ask you.” SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKK “And did you????” SMACKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKK “noooooooooo, owwwwwwww Ma’am.....owwwwwwwwww....I am sorry Ma’am.” SMACKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKK “So you think so little of me, that you think I would just toss you out? throw you away??” SMACKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKK “Aaaggghhhhhh, nooooo, Ma’am.......I am sorry.....I should have asked......oh, geez.....please.....” SMACKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKK....... ”please what?” SMACKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKK...... ”Please what?” SMACKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKK.......... ”OWWWwwwwwwww.....I.....I....don’t know” his back arched, his ass raising to meet her hand each time.....SMACKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKK SMACKKKKKKKKKKKK........crying out on every swat now, his ass shaking from the stinging burn.......finally she stopped and he felt her hand rubbing his back as he lay over her lap tears spilling on to the cushion.

“Kneel in front of me.” she commands him. Rising slowly from her lap, feeling shaken and limp he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. “Yes, Mistress” he responded as he assumed the position he knew so well. “What do you have to say for yourself tonight, young man?” In low soft whispered he answers her “there is nothing this one can say Mistress, except how very sorry he is for everything he has done tonight to disappoint you......please forgive me.......”

“Do you know I love you?” Whispering low he replied “yes, my Mistress I know....and I love you.” Looking down at him she inquired “Then how could you think I would make you leave me? Do you know how that makes me feel?” His eyes close as he lowers his head and shoulders even farther.....wishing he could take back the whole night, never had he felt so ashamed.. ... ”I was scared Mistress, I am so sorry........I should have known better.......I.....I....” his voice trailed off not sure what to say........a little voice in his head telling him ask her....ask her what you want to know.........

Still unable to look at her, not wanting to see the hurt he had caused her, in a voice so low she barely heard him..... ”Mistress?” “Yes?” came the reply. Swallowing hard in order to get the words out..... ”do you still want me to be yours?” his voice cracked as he spoke, he knew the answer....he had felt it on his ass just moments ago, but a part of him needed to hear her say the words. He felt her soft hand on the side of his face and heard her gentle words “yes, my love I want you to be mine, now and for always......no matter what you do, I love you and want you.” Instinctively he moved to her laying his head in her lap and putting his arms around her, he softly kisses each of her thighs; letting out a low content moan as he felt her fingers move through his hair.

“I have something for.” she said in a low voice. He looked up and she was holding a box wrapped in Christmas paper. He reached out taking it from her hand, looking at it and then her uncertain what to do. “Mistress, it’s not Christmas yet....shall I put this under the tree?” “No, open it....it is an early gift....I think you need to see it now.” A small smile crossed his lips....”yes, Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am” Kneeling back on his heels he unwrapped the box and opened it on the floor by her feet. A gasp escaped from his lips as he looked in the box and his eyes floated up to meet hers.

He saw the twinkle in her eyes as she watched him lift the first item from the box. His hand trembled slightly as he held the silver braclet in his hand. It was beautiful with inlaid blue stones. “turn it over” she whispered. Turning it over he saw the inscription ‘Owned’ looking softly at her holding it out to her. Taking it from his palm she placed it on his wrist. He whispered.... ”I am yours my Mistress” Next he lifts a 2” wide black leather belt made of interlocking loops, from the box. As he held it a shiver ran down his spine, and he thought this belt will hurt. He heard her whisper and felt his cock swell.... ”I will use that belt to mark my property with” His heart raced as he offered the belt to her on raised palms and whispered softly... ”Yes, Ma’am this one belongs to you and should bear your mark.”

Taking the belt from him, she asked “What do you wish for me to do with this?” “I want you to mark me as yours Ma’am.” he whispered low his voice trembling and his cock swelling between his legs. “When?” He closed his eyes and swallowed... ....he was so sore right now, from the 70 strokes during the party and from the spanking......he knew there were bruises and welts........but it wasn’t the same.......he NEEDED to feel her marks, to feel her ownership.... ”Mistress, if it pleases you, this one would like to receive your markings tonight.” His voice was shaking as he answered her....such mixed emotions. ....love, fear, need, desire, arousal.

The belt moved over his cock.....yes arousal and desire he couldn’t deny them as his member always gave him away. “Are you sure? you are very red now.” she asked softly... “we could wait.” “Please Mistress, this one needs to feel your mark tonight, he welcomes the pain of being yours.” he whisperd low, feeling his body tremble. “What do you offer me?” she asked in a soft sensuous voice.

Rising to his feet, standing before her naked, he moved his fingers to his lips, “these belong to you Mistress”.......slowly his hand moved to his hand to his left nipple “these nipples are yours Ma’am” as he slid his hand to the right nipple.......his hand sliding over his stomach to his hard cock, moving his palm under it.. ... ”this is your cock” lifting it and cupping his balls..... ”these are your balls, they belong to you to use how you wish my Mistress.” Turning slowly moving his hands to his ass and spreading his cheeks....bending over exposing his tight little hole he whispered...... ”this is your ass, your hold to use for your pleasure Mistress.” Standing back up, releasing his cheeks he turned to face her head lowered, eyes down caste.... . ”this sub, his mind, body and heart are yours my Mistress, please use them as you wish, for it all belongs to you and only you.”

A little note about this story, it is a work of fiction and was written for erotic value. I personally do not believe in public punishment, this is just a fantasy piece. I hope you enjoyed it.

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