So I know I'm not a good guy. Hell I'm not even mildly good. I know deep down that subatomic level that I keep my soul that I'm not even mildly pleasant. At work the other day we were having the discussion on the possible end place on my soul and all agreed that the best I could hope for was to end up in purgortory.
my temper is one of my sin's. I hate with a passion. I mock almost all that I see and I'm overly critical (so I've been told).
well what can I say I don't like people? That's not true I like kids. I like them till about 12 yr old then they can go back to annoying their parents.
I don't like it when my hate comes out. I'm not a nice person when I have a level head (just ask my lil pain slut about my eyes when I'm hurting her during forplay) so when I loose my top I really loose my top. I even had to see a shrink for a while because of my temper, so when I say its bad trust me, its bad.
Now where am I possibly going with this well I lost my top recently, and if you read my lil painsluts blog you can guess just how it went on. Well your wrong. Lets start a lil bit sooner but not by much then the 0230 wake up call.
I was trying to sleep. I had something important in the morning and it was one of the few times that sleeping at night instead of the day light hours was important. And as I layed on my bed staring at the ceiling in my lil hole of a room. It came to my attention that several times that my sub has told me that she would do something and then had not. Now I'm not going to be overly harsh. She did only have a complete vech break down when one of them was due and oh yah had to travel 300 miles for a funeral leaving at 2100 hours after only a couple scant hours notice.
like I said I wasn't going to be overly harsh...... but its amazing how plan's get fucked up isn't it.
part of why my mood was sour was that my girl had visited me at work. Not always a bad thing but she had pouted and whined for wine. Yah you watch that movie with Meg Ryan and what's his name where their in France and he sez that the power a women has over a man comes from the pout? Don't believe it, trust me pouting makes me want to cut someone and pour salt and lemon juice in the wound.
so I called her up at 0230 and yes she was happily sleeping enjoying her moscato daze when I asked her if she had gotten those shirts made yet. And her response was "bah humbug". I said excuse me what did you say? "bah humbug I shouldn't have to answer that" was her response.
attention Houston we have lift off of temper.
I informed her that if she did not get the shirts made that she promised to get made 2 months ago that I would be cutting off all affection to her for that many days as well.
now my lil slut is no fool and I think her cunt almost died with those words and she dropped off the shirts to go get made as well as some shirts as a present to me a whole day early. She made the mistake of asking me if there was anything else that she could do and that gave me an idea.
so I had her dress up in her pleated lil skirt and her version of the shirt in question and made sure she knew to wear panties as well. This is in portant because I have her conditioned she has almost forgotten to wear panties and bra's when she goes home and visits family.
so when I went over there I gave her a lil kiss and sent her to fetch the shirts and I went up stairs to get the paddles. The hard leather paddle that I got from a pain pig friend of mine gave me to help fill out my collection of toys. I also got the metal paddle. Now the metal paddle is so nasty that I could offer up something that I know she might not like and then offer the other choice as the paddle and know that no matter how sick and wrong the first choice was that's what she would choose.
In no gentle way I pulled her over my knee and then lifted up her skirt. And then pulled down her panties. All the while informing her that if she was going to act like a child that I would treat her like a child. I then gave her 5 or so warmup smacks with my hand and then gave her 75 whacks with the leather paddle. This was for a previous offence that doesn't need to be mentioned here. But trust me they were well deserved. She bucked and wailed and cried and the fact that I wasn't counting them out loud I think drover her a Lila crazy. Occasional I let her ass cool down some while I beat her but then when I used the metal paddle I let in to her.
hard
fucking hard.
so hard that she tried to put her hands over her ass to protect it and I smacked them and yelled for her to keep them out of the way. So hard that as she struggled she kicked me in the head. of these I gave her 70 whacks.
then I made her with her panties still around her knees stand in the corner as I took pics of her red ass. And informed her that when she got out that she would have to write an apology note to the person who wanted the shirt in the first place.
then when I let her out she wrote the note on the paper that had a pic of her beaten ass on it.
then becaquse I'm a sick fuck and I enjoy hurting women I let her blow me and then fuck me sitting on the couch in reverse cow girl style. pullin at her hips making her slam her red beaten ass down on my hips over and over again.
I'm in now way ashamed to say that she cried she was hurting so bad.
then after I came I let her suck my greasy cock clean. And left. Now this was the first time ever of fucking my lil slut that i haven't let her get off. and I'm happy to say that she was bright enough to not even risk begging for permission.
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