After dinner, we returned to the room.
She said, "I'm very unhappy with the way you argued with me earlier. So, now, I'm going to see if you learned anything. Get naked, and kneel in the corner, and wait until I get ready."
I stripped and waited, kneeling in the corner, as she undressed,
then she sat on a bench in front of the bed and then she called me to her and
she blistered my bottom as I moaned and sobbed ...
then she sent me back to the corner, and had me wait there, as she finished getting ready for bed.
An hour later, she called me to the bed, and said, "No intercourse for you, but I do want you to pleasure me with your tongue."
She moaned in climax, then said, "Now get off me, time to go to sleep."
I got off her, and she rolled over on her side, and went to sleep, as I rubbed my bottom and tried to go to sleep next to her.
She woke up and woke me up.
"Time to get ready to go get dinner. But first...."
She got up and found her leather strap.
"Get up, bend over, hands on the edge of the bed."
"Please ..." I whined, "It hurts so much now..."
"ANYtime you argue with me, you will get at least double. The ONLY thing I want to hear from you when I tell you to get ready or in position, is 'YES MA'AM'. DO you understand me?"
"Yes...ma'am," I said, weakly, as I got in position.
And ...
she whipped my bottom as I moaned and cried.
"Now, she said, tossing the belt on the bed, "Let's get dressed and go get dinner."
We dressed and went.
In the room, she said, "Strip to your underwear and bend over the bed."
I moaned, "Not again..."
She said, "Arguing with me will make things much worse for you."
I stripped to my boxers, and bent over the bed, and
she took down my boxers, and applied over thirty cane strokes to my bottom as I moaned and cried.
Then she undressed, and said, "Now let's have sex."
We did ...
And she fell asleep, and I tried to sleep next to her, rubbing my very sore bottom.
