Well, I got a real thrashing last night. I guess I deserved it for being so forgetful, but it still hurts. I’ve looked at my poor bum in the mirror this morning and it’s bruised with livid welts all across. Getting the bath this morning was painful, renewing the soreness in my cheeks.

As predicted, I did get a spanking; a real hard one. He held my face against the bed with one had and plied my bottom with the other. I couldn’t help yelping with each slap, neither could I ignore the juices trickling from my open pussy.

As if that wasn’t enough, he took the tawse to me. Granted, it’s not as bad as the belt, but it still hurt. 30 strokes with tawse is fucking painful, I can tell you. I didn’t even get a fuck afterwards. Usually, when he spanks me for play, he fucks me as a reward. But as he reminded me last night, this is a punishment and I don’t get rewards for bad behavior. It’s not fair! I’m been in a permanent state of arousal ever since he ordered me upstairs to strip. It’s like he’s tormenting me and knows I can’t do anything about it.

What’s even more humiliating is the fact that even now, as I think about, I can’t help but get turned on. He went to work today telling me to be a good girl because I know what will happen if I don’t. I certainly do, and it’s that thought that’s making me rub my pussy right now. I need to come and I need to come soon.

Call me quick before I burst!