Sometimes Good

His hands were cold when they touched her arm, almost like hard ice. She wasn’t scared, she loved him. Shivering she reached for a hug. The embrace was hard, but it was also at the same time soft. She liked being in his arms, she liked knowing where he was.
“Baby, will you help me with my bags?” he asked sweetly.

“Of course,” she said with sadness in her voice. She took the bags from his hands, and he took her arm, stopping her.
“Of course, what?” he asked sternly with aggravation in his voice.
“Of course, sir,” she corrected. She did not want to displease this man, she knew he was tired from the long travels, angering him would be far from a bad idea.
“good girl, now take my bags to my room and meet me in the living room shortly afterwards. I would like to speak to you a moment.” He said.
“Yes sir, right away sir.” She said quickly, then hauling the bags up to his room.

The room was very welcoming when she stepped in. She was ordered not to enter the room while he was gone. She had disobeyed him, and went in anyways. She knew he would find out, and she was scared of what the consequences would be.
She came downstairs after putting the bags in his room. He was stretched out on the couch in the living room. He looked tired, peaceful.
“Hello baby, come sit,” he said patting the couch cushion next to him. She walked over and sat down next to him.

He greeted her with a kiss. It was warm, deep and it had a lot of passion in it. But it also was hard, and it was a message, or maybe even a warning. Whatever the case, she sensed something inside of him.
“Now, how was your week without me?” he asked with a smile.
“It was good sir. I was very lonely without you around,” She said returning the smile.

He nodded, “did you disobey anything from the long list of things not to do young one?” He asked cocking his head.
“N-n-o sir, I- I would never do anything to disobey you sir,” she said hesitating.
“Why do I sense hesitation in your voice slave?” he asked griping her wrist.
“I do not know what you are talking about sir!” she exclaimed.

He slapped her face, hard too. “Do not make me mad slave, I have had a long journey, and I am very exhausted!” He screamed. She reached up and held her face, fighting back tears.
“Yes sir,” she breathed.
“What was that? I didn’t hear what I wanted in that sentence,” he said.
“Sorry sir, yes sir.”
“That’s better. Now I am going to bed, and I am very tired. Do not disturb me. Goodnight,” he said letting go of her wrist. He stormed out of the room.

She sat there, horrified. How could she have been so stupid? It wasn’t until five min later she heard her name, and he came down the stairs, pissed.
“Slave,” He screamed. “Why on earth do you think that I am so mad?” He screamed at her, getting in her face.
“I” she tried. He was impatient now and angry which were never good together. He slapped her face, hard, leaving marks. Tears started to puddle in her eyes. When he was mad, it was her cue to get on her knees in front of him. She knelt, with tears gathering in her watery blue eyes.
He slapped her again, angry. “I’m sorry sir,” she said scared.
“Now, why are you sorry slave?” he asked.
“Because I went into your room and I disobeyed your command,” she said looking away, not daring to meet his gaze.
“I disobeyed your command what slave?” he asked angrily.
“I disobeyed your command sir.” She said correcting her mistake.
“I am very disappointed in you slave. You just broke two rules right there. You will be severely punished. “He slapped her again.
“Yes sir, sorry sir,” she said very quickly.
“Get up. I swear if you disobey me again tonight, your punishment will be even more severe, understood?” He said strictly.
“I understand sir.” She got up meeting his black eyes.

He grabbed her wrist, and pulled her over his knee. “Now, I am going to spank you like the naughty little girl you are.” He said then he started to give her stinging slaps on her ass.
She tried not to cry, she couldn’t show her pain to her master. But it was hard. He ended up giving her 100 stinging slaps on her ass. She was sore, and all she wanted to do was be in her master’s arms. She hated to be punished like a little girl.
After spanking her hard, he stood her up and made her face him. “Now slave, are you sorry for what you did?” He asked lightly.
“Yes sir, I am very sorry. I deserved to be punished thank you for punishing me sir.” She said wiping her tears of her face.
“Now, is that all you have to tell me Slave?” he asked cocking his head.
“Yes sir,” she said looking into his black eyes.
“Very well, you better not disappoint me again slave” he sighed and looked into her watery blue eyes.
“Come here young one,” he said patting this lap.

She went over to him and sat on his lap. “I’m sorry I had to punish you, you know I do not like punishing you. But, it is to teach you. Do you understand?” he asked running his fingers through her hair, and down her back.
“Yes sir, completely understood.” She wiped the last remaining tear from her face, and smiled at him.
He smiled back, “Now, I must get to bed. I’ve had a very long day,” he started to get up, and then turned around. “Come slave, your going to come sleep with me tonight. I have missed my slave dearly.” He held out his hand in front of her, she intertwined her fingers with his, and he led her upstairs.

She had only slept in his bed once, but that time was because she was new, and he wanted to be close to her for her first night. She was led into his bed. He sat her down, and quickly got naked. Her master’s body was gorgeous. He used to be a model, and could very well still be one. She got into the covers on the other side of his bed, and watched him slide in next to her.
He put his arm around her, and kissed her forehead, “Thank you sir. Thank you for having your slave close to you, master.” She said smiling.
“You’re welcome young one. I have missed you very much.” He played with her hair, and she laid her head against his chest. “Get some sleep young one, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” He kissed her lips sweetly, and laid his head against the pillow and fell fast asleep.

Getting a kiss from Master was rare. She was overflowed with joy. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, happy that she was close to him.

*** Part 2

She was woken up with a kiss on her forehead.
"Good morning young one," he said pulling her off the bed. "How was your sleep?" he said pulling her close.
"It was good sir. And yourself?" she asked smiling up at him.
"I slept well." he brushed the back of his hand on her cheek. The red marks had gone away when he had hit her last night. For that moment, she was scared. She had this feeling in her stomach... It wasn't a bad feeling, but it wasn't a good feeling either.

His left arm was around her body, and his right was stroking her hair. She loved this man. She was not allowed to tell him how much she loved him. She wasn't told physically, but she was afraid to.
"Master, may your slave say something?" she asked looking into his black eyes.
"What it is young one?" he asked, cocking his head.
"I love you sir." she said. He knew she meant it.
"Thank you slave, your Master loves you right back." he reached over and tilted her chin with his finger, he kissed her. It was deep, and filled with passion.

This was the first time he had actually kissed her. She was so surprised.
"Now, I am still a little mad about you going into my room slave." he said looking into her eyes.
She got up, and went on the other side of the bed, and knelt besides her Master.
"Yes sir," she spoke softly, but it was audible.
"Now, I am going to get ready for the day. I want you to go get ready as well." with those last words he got up from the bed, and walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

She got up and made the bed. Making sure it was presentable for her owner. She went over to the table and brushed her hair, getting rid of the tangles. She smiled in the mirror, liking the look of her collar. Just then he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Your gorgeous young one," he smiled at her.
He was wearing a black button up shirt, dark jeans, and a black jacket.
She smiled back, "thank you sir. Your the good looking one sir," she giggled then got in her knees, facing him.

He chuckled. "alright slave. Enough messing around. Follow me, we have work to do." he walked out the door, she quickly followed, curiosity taking the best of her.
He led her into the Playroom. Which was a dungeon filled with toys, vibrators, whips, chains, and anything else a Master might need.
After leading her into the room, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up forcefully off the floor. He was playing rough now. He pulled her to a wall, where there were handcuffs hanging from D-rings off the wall. I gulped.
He pushed her against the wall. Which made her gasp for air.
"Now slave, I was generous last night. But today, not so much,"

He grabbed her wrist and forced them above her head. She heard the familiar sound of the cuffs locking in place. He did the same thing with her ankles. He stood back, looking at his work.
After very long moments of pondering, "very nice. Very well let's get on with it shall we?" he laughed to him self.

She just sat there helpless. He turned and ran his finger over about 50 whips on the wall in front of her. Carefully pulling a whip off the wall he also grabbed a water bottle.
She refused to look at him. She didn't want to meet his gaze when he punished her. He in screwed the top of the bottle, and splashed it directly on her. She was dripping wet now. She was shivering, her nipples standing out.

He smiled, and dumped the rest of the water on her face. He threw the bottle at her. Hitting her stomach. It didn't hurt, but he never threw stuff at her. How could he be this violent this morning? She thought to herself. What happened to the sweet talk just a few minutes ago?
"So are you?" he asked. Wait, she thought, did he say something. What did I miss?
"I asked you a question slave. I expect an answer. Now." he just kept staring at her shivering body.
"I-I-I don't know sir. I don't know what you asked." she stammered.
"Well, were going to have to work on your listening skills won't we slave?" he asked sternly.
"Yes sir," she bowed her head, not wanting to look into his eyes...

The water was running down her stomach, and down her legs. She all of a sudden felt a rush of pain on her thigh. I screamed out in pain.
"Please sir, please." she sobbed.
"No slave, you are going to learn. NOW, what number was that?" he asked.
"1 thank you sir" she said.
"Good girl. Now you are going to learn." After saying those words, he continued to whip her. He stopped at around fifty. She was sobbing, sweat was dripping down her forehead, and she was shaking.
"Please sir, Ill be a good girl. I promise sir." she pleaded.

He looked into her eyes, knowing she meant it. But, Master always gave a punishment when needed.
"If you do not be quiet slave, then I will have to gag you. And you know you hate being gagged. One more word from you and I will do it. Understood slave?" he said and continued to whip her. When he got to 99 she screamed out in pain. He threw the whip down and walked up to her, grabbing her face...
"What did I say about making sounds slave???" he questioned.

"I guess you do like being gagged after all." with that he walked over to a table, and grabbed the ball gag. After securing it on her head, it was time for the ball gag. She refused.. she shut her mouth so tight, so that it wouldn't go in her mouth.
"OPEN UP SLUT!" he screamed. Master never called her a slut. Tears began to streak down her cheeks.He grabbed her face and held her nose shut. About a minute later of not breathing she opened up gasping for air, he shoved the ball gag in hastily.
"Now, that you are gagged, I am going to give you your last lash. Then you get to sit here all day thinking about how you pissed me off today and last night." He smiled, sighed. He brought the whip past his back, and lashed her so hard. She screamed as much as she could, but her ball gag was stopping her bloodcurdling scream.

"Now, I am going to go to work... I want you to think about this all day. Understood?" he asked standing closer to her.
She nodded her head, with tears streaming down her soft cheeks and on to the floor.

"Very well." then he slammed the door to the Playroom and left. She was left gagged sitting in her own thoughts.