Lessons in showing respect

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He had forgotten to show her the proper respect; once he had committed the crime he knew he'd be severely punished for it. Arthemis approached her slave that came groveling naked at her feet, him begging her for mercy. She didn't say anything. Wolf, his eyes looking down, was waiting for what she'd do to him. His Mistress put a wooden block around his neck and wrists, she locked it and commanded him to bend over on the bed so that only his torso was lying on it and his knees remained on the floor. Arthemis got out a leather paddle making sure her slave could see it. She went behind her kneeling prey and said with a firm voice: "Now I'll teach you some respect, slut!" He felt the cracks of the paddle coming down on his butt, the next always seeming to be harder then the previous. Wolf kept silent so he would not displease his Mistress even more, though it was hard to endure the increasing pain he felt on his behind. After the thirtieth and hardest crack (maybe one could even have heard it in another apartment), she held the paddle to his face and asked sardonically amused: "Are you going to do that again slut!? Are you going to forgot to address me with respect ever again!?" "No Mistress", Arthemis' slave answered, still shivering from the disciplining he had just received.

She commanded him –still wearing the block - to sit in the corner of the room and chained his feet. Around one of his ankles she bound a leather strap with bells, the kind lepers and carnival-folk used to wear in the middle-ages. "I want you to sit here and think about your behavior. I don't want you to move or try to rub your penis to something. If you try I'll hear the bells and I'll do something much worse to you than just spanking you." Arthemis went out of the room and left her slave in this uncomfortable position. He did not move, he felt his sore butt, but forced himself not to move. He didn't want his Mistress to hear the bells. Not because he feared the penalty for upsetting her but merely upsetting her would make him feel unhappy.

His torment lasted for about half an hour. She came back to him and released him of the yoke around his neck and wrists which she replaced with a collar and a leash attached to it. Before his eyes she undressed, very slowly to tease him. Naked she stood before him, legs spread a little, with her long thick hair flowing over her shoulders and a very self-confident look on her face. Her eyes pierced through his soul, making him feel even more submissive, more eager to obey her. She commanded him to crawl over to the cabinet and get out a long black dildo. Since he had been behaving badly he had deserved no pleasure she said…but she needed to be pleasured herself. Wolf was working the dildo into her as she laid on the bed, watching him doing his best to please. She enjoyed the thought of him pleasuring her without being allowed to satisfy his own lust that was growing harder and harder between his legs. When she came Wolf was very happy he had pleased her. Arthemis looked at him with a smile on her face and told him to suck the dildo clean again. "You'll suck whatever I give you to suck, don't you love cleaning something that has been inside of me? Wouldn't you like to be in me just now?"; she asked him in an amused and gentle tone. He replied to her "Yes Mistress, I'd like to be in you", he shivered again…but this time from being extremely horny. He sucked the dildo as she had commanded until she took it out of his hands. Arthemis stroked through his hair and told him he'd been a good boy and could go wash up now . "Don't you dare to touch yourself, just wash and shave, that's all" she said as she removed his bonds. Under the shower he shaved his penis and balls and washed his body thoroughly. It was very important to him that he'd be clean when his Mistress was using his body for her pleasure; and also he liked to be clean in her presence so she could be proud of him when inspecting his body or presenting him to others. As he ran a soap-bar down his butt he still felt how much it ached. After being dried he went into the bedroom again and knelt before her. She collared her slave anew and told him to stand up. Arthemis moved behind him and touched his red buttcheeks with the nails of her fingers, just softly circling them over the tormented red flesh. Wolf squirmed softly. Arthemis, still moving one hand over his hurt behind, grabbed his penis firmly with her other hand and whispered in his ear: "Would you like to come slave?". Feeling the heat now in his entire body, feeling his sex growing intensely hard he said "Only if you want me to Mistress". "Good boy", she replied, "but you're going to be a bit more patient, I've not forgiven you completely yet." . Arthemis attached a cock-ring around his erect penis to ensure that it would stay hard a bit longer. She wanted to lengthen his torment and make him yearn for an orgasm much longer. Oh she enjoyed the power she had, she enjoyed him accepting the punishment she had devised and which he had deserved. As a sign of appreciation she let him lick her ankles and even let him kiss her hand once, but no more for now. On a leash she took him into the livingroom. Soon Wolf was lying in her arms on the couch. She caressed his hair, the skin of his arms and back, his face and played and toyed with his stiff nipples. He was feeling small and naked but also safe, lying there in her arms.

The rest of the day they spent enjoying each other; Wolf serving his Mistress, Arthemis enjoying his eager submission to her. Every time she needed something and needed to use light force she pinched or touched his now very sensitive behind in order to make him react even faster.

That night she fucked him hard, the way she liked it, the way he deserved it.