So in case you have not noticed I am a bit behind on my once a day posting(47 to be exact)…it’s because I am stuck…can’t write a post to save my life and trust me…when He gets that look on His face it is not a good thing…

This past week Master took me to task and said ‘we both know you will never catch up…and quite honestly you are not trying…do you want to close the blog?’  No, I love this place I am just stuck…

‘Well…as I see it at this point we should start fresh…after you have been punished.’  Now the question popped into my mind that perhaps this was why I was not blogging…that it had been so very long since we had done a good hard scene and that’s what I was craving….but the reality is a:  all I need to do is ask and He will beat His slave quite willingly and b: while I love the beating?  Punishment makes my heart hurt…knowing that I have yet again failed Him is the most painful feeling in the world

I very quietly said ‘yes Master’ and waited for what was to come.  We had errands to run and the little man to get to a sleep over and a house full of people but I knew it would happen.  At dinner that night Master said ‘Caitlin and I are going to run up and check on the cabin in the morning’  We have been having some nasty cold weather and we “needed to go see if pipes had burst or the roof had leaked or ice had damaged the hot tub cover”

The next day we left before dawn and before I even left the house I was in slave space.  Dressed as He had directed in yoga pants and a loose sweatshirt (the overnight low was 9 degrees after all)  with clamps on my nipples and clit I climbed into the back of the truck…into the cage He had put there the night before.  (the truck has a camper shell) and off we went.  Tears running down my face silently as I contemplated the disappointment in His eyes that we were in this place again.

When we got to the base of the mountain He let me into the front of the truck only because we had no idea what the road would be like.  I climbed in to the cab of the truck and He said not a word for the next twenty miles.  Once we were at the cabin He sent me to find switches while He built the fire and checked to make sure that the hot tub was indeed still intact.

As I walked back into the cabin He quietly said – I want you naked slut.  I slowly climbed out of my clothes and slid to my knees at His side.  He reached over to grab my hair and turn my head up to face Him.  Then the words I so dreaded hearing began. 

See…I knew I had let Him down.  Knew He was disappointed in His slave.  Knew that I deserved His disapproval and punishment.  My heart hurt at the look on His face…at the disappointment in His voice…at the knowledge that this was something I could very easily have avoided.  I have so few rules and regulations as it were and yet I still managed to break them…

With no warning He reached out and pulled the clamps off my nipples and clit – ’shh girl…no mercy for you here’ as I fought the tears.  He stood and pulled me to my feet by my hair and pulled me to the railing between the kitchen and family room.  His hand on my back pushed me over as I heard His belt leave the belt loops.  I could hear Him wrapping the handle end around His fist and then the whistle of air as it came down across my ass with a crack.  Fifteen times I felt the sting of His belt with not a word spoken.  He walked away and went to His bag of tricks.

Bracing His hand against me He told me to count – how far Master?  ‘I’ll let you know…’  Then the sting of the single tail.  Again fifteen times.  He once again walked away and left me standing there to think.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Him take the cane out of His bag.  My legs began shaking as He slowly walked back toward me. 

‘How many thus far girl?’ ‘30 Master…’ “which leaves how many slave?’ I frantically searched for a number and then realized….47…’Seventeen Master?’  ‘Count for me girl.’

He brought the cane down across the swell of my ass then waited just long enough for that white hot pain to come to the surface…then the cane would swing through the air again.  By the tenth stroke I was barely speaking and He stopped….’I'm waiting slut’ So through gritted teeth I continued the count.  At seventeen He stopped…walked over to put the cane away and then slowly walked back toward me. 

Carried me to my cage and locked me inside…’I'll leave you here to think girl’  and walked away for what seemed like hours but was in fact just 30 minutes according to Master.  He let me out of the cage, carried me to the bed and covered me with a quilt.  Hours later He climbed in with me and we finally talked.

The end result?  I am going to keep this blog and am going to post at least three times a week…more when He desires it.