In the interest of lighter posts, we are having a week of stand alone stories. This first is an example of why you should not try to be a strict authoritarian while completely blazed.
i had been late for a client. i was supposed to meet him in the basement rec room and i was about 15 minutes late. The client had not really been annoyed, but rules were rules and tardiness was not acceptable in the land of John. However it was a fairly minor infraction, and thus my punishment was left to Benny. The complication came from the fact that it was with Benny that i had been getting completely wrecked, and he had continued in this occupation while i was blowing an old man with a frustratingly floppy member in the basement. When said old man finally dribbled his load he petted my head affectionately, consulted John for another appointment and was shown graciously from the house. i popped into the bathroom off the back basement room to use a little mouthwash and heard John telling Benny that i had been late. i had to smile when i heard Benny exclaim "What a travesty, that wayward little harlot." Benny always turned into a literary genius when he was trying to conceal the fact that he was way too fucked up to know what the hell you were talking about. At any rate, a short time later i found myself face down over Benny's lap. He told me with barely concealed laughter that tardiness was not acceptable and i was a bad bad girl. He whapped his own leg smartly twice before he managed to land a spank on my own upturned bottom. After a few more licks, only one of which actually stung at all, he decided it was time to check if i were suitably contrite. "What are you?" and i knew i was supposed to answer that i was a bad girl and beg forgiveness through another 10 or 15 swats. But, i was in no mood for that, and saw my chance to wiggle out of it. "All yours," i replied and spread my legs a little wider and waggled my ass at him. And, it worked like a charm. Before i knew it he had me against the wall. And, i couldn't help but grin over his shoulder at John, who was shaking his head in disgust.
i still have a problem with tardiness. Lack of appropriate discipline on the subject i'm sure.
