I'm in training. I have chosen to be in training. I have asked Oliver to enforce strict disciple and he has, happily, agreed. Today was an example. We were driving along - Oliver enjoys driving - and suddenly we stopped. We were on a deserted country road and he told me to get out of the car. I questioned him and he gave me THAT look. The look that says don't question me. The look that says he is about to instill discipline. The look that says Do as he says or suffer the consequences.
I got out of the car. He bent me over the hood of the car, took off his belt, and walloped my bottom. I cried and stomped my feet, but I remained in place. When he finished, he took my panties off completely, left them on the road, and told me to get back in the car. Now I understood! I am allowed to wear panties only with his permission. Today, he didn't give that permission yet, out of habit, I wore them beneath my sundress anyway.
I wiped my tears and did so, not saying a word. I was rather proud of myself. A week ago I would have balked at all of this. Now, I accept it as his right, a right which I have freely given to him. If he wants to take a belt to my ass just for his own pleasure, he may do so. Or, if he deems that this is the consequence of breaking an expectation, he may certainly do so! He is, after all, my lord and Master.
"You understand why you were just punished?" he asked as he put the car in gear.
"I do, Oliver."
"And do you have anything else to say, Vesta?" he asked.
I sniffed and said, "Only that I'm glad you correct me. I didn't even think when I put on the panties. I just did it out of habit. Now, though, you can be damned sure I'll remember. That belt hurts like hell!"
He looked at me and grinned. I grinned back. I really was happy about the quick correction! I was also horny as hell.
A short time later he pulled over again. I was terrified that he'd want to belt my ass again and it was already on fire! No, he had something else in mind. He parked the car and opened my door, holding out his hand. We then went for a hike in the woods.
Once we were past the sight of the road, he made me strip. Completely. I didn't want to and was slow about it.
"The longer you make me wait, the more likely you are to be corrected again."
He reminded me that I had asked for strict training and that if I was serious about wanting this, I'd obey him. Oliver is right. So, I obeyed. I quickly unzipped my dress, handed it to him, and stepped out of my sandals. Luckily, the path we were on was covered in thick, soft grass.
He then unzipped his pants and ordered me to suck him. I did - grateful. I love worshipping his cock. He apparently enjoys it as well because soon he grew even larger. Suddenly, he pulled out. I whimpered in protest, wanting, desperately wanting, him to come in my mouth. Instead, he sprayed his beautiful, hot cum across my breasts
"I was going to let you taste me, but because you hesitated to obey me, you can wear my cum instead," he calmly explained. I cried, this time from shame. He was right.
Seeing my tears, he bent, kissed me, and told me that despite my hesitation, he was proud of me.
"I know this is difficult, Vesta, but I know you. If I let any infraction go, even a small one, you will take advantage of that small mercy, won't you?"
I sniffed and answered. "You're right. I will."
"That's why I have no intention of showing you any mercy whatsoever. It's going to be a difficult few weeks for you, but if you still want to live a 24/7 BDSM life, this is the way it has to be. You can always use your safeword, though. You know I'll respect it."