As the words left my mouth I knew I was in trouble, and that your punishment 
would be swift and painful to remind me that I should keep a civil tongue even 
when I am not happy or in a bad mood. 


The look in my Masters eyes was enough to sear my subbie soul, I swallowed hard 
and dropped to my knees and started to bed for forgiveness and realised that it 
was falling on deaf ears and I would have to accept what the consequences of my 
actions with out complaint. 

You point to the punishment stool and I know what I must do, I move across to 
where the stool is kept and pull the stool into the middle of the room, you move 
to your large leather chair and sit as I crawl to the cupboard and get your 
cane. I place it in my mouth and move back across the room to knee before you, I 
take the cane from my mouth and lay it across my hands and lean over and kiss it 
before offering it up to you, my eyes and head lowered "Please Master, I beg you 
to punish me for my bad behaviour and show me the error of my ways?" You take it 
from my hands and then with your foot you push me toward the stool.

I crawl over to the stool and I lay across it my hands and knees on the floor, 
he stool lying under my body. Closing my eyes tightly I await my Master 
punishment. The first strike of the cane lays across my ass, I jump let out a 
squeal. You move about me to the other side and again the cane comes down so 
hard on the white skin of my ass. Biting down on my lip I hope to stifle the 
cries of pain, and hide the tears that now burn my eyes. 

"What do you have to say for yourself slut!" 2 more quick strikes of the cane. I 
stutter and stammer as I try to compose myself trying to focus on what I have to 
say "Thank you Master, thank you for showing me the error of my ways". You 
shout, "COUNT slut"

Nodding I count each of the strikes of my Masters cane, "1 thank you Master, 2 
thank you Master" right through till you stop at 10 strokes, 5 on each cheek of 
my ass. My ass feels like it has been cut to shreds, I can feel the heat of each 
welt that criss crosses my ass cheeks. You run your fingers over the red welts, 
pressing hard against them and I cry out. "This pain may remind you of your 
place, don't you ever use that tone with me again!!" nodding and weeping I 
whimper "I am sorry Master, I should remember my place at all times, thank you 
punishing me and showing me my place Master" with tears in my eyes.  You look 
down at me and nod. 

"Shower and change for dinner we will go out so you have to sit on your ass and 
you will remember how to act properly. You will smile as every movement you make 
sends pains shooting through you. I nod and obey not wanting another caning. 
"yes Master"