Remember that little rule about wearing a medium sized plug whenever I wore tights, leggings, or pants? Well. oops. Really, I didn’t mean to break the rule. I was just in a hurry, and it slipped my mind. Mister sent me a text to be ready to leave when he got home. He had made dinner reservations at a lovely restaurant for us and a client. I only had 30 minutes to get changed, so I rushed through getting on a pretty dress, tights (it WAS only 24 degrees outside!), fixing my hair in an up-do, and adding make-up. I was just slipping into my shoes when he walked in the door. To my credit, when I remembered (half way through the dinner), I excused myself to go to the restroom and sent him a text admitting my mistake. He always shows me mercy if I freely confess. I came back to the table just as Mister was putting his phone away. Both gentlemen stood when I approached the table, and the meal continued normally. At the end, the two men shook hands and the valet retrieved our car. Once in the car, I opened my mouth to apologize again but didn’t get the chance.
Remove your tights.
I gulped and did so. At the tone of his voice, I knew better than to say anything.
Now the dress.
My eyes widened. True, the car was nice and warm, but we were in heavy traffic!
Slowly, I obeyed. He shouldn’t have had to tell me twice.
Now the bra. And do not hide your face.
Blushing, I did so, horribly aware of the other cars close by, of the fact that anyone of the drivers or passengers could glance over and see my nudity.
Throw all of your clothing into the back seat.
I endured the ride home, my face a blazing red. Luckily, we have an attached garage so I was not exposed to the elements on the way into the house.
Once there, he marched me to the bedroom, held me in place and hand spanked me for ten full minutes. I whimpered, but didn’t cry out. After all, he was simply enforcing the rules I had agreed to and broken.
I did so. I was not about to move a muscle.
I had thought to punish you with nudity and a strong spanking, but then you hesitated in the car. Obviously, you need a stronger lesson.
Now I began to cry. I felt something cold go into my anus and then the plug. I knew it wouldn’t be as simple as this. Sure enough, he leaned over me and whispered.
I’m going to fuck you, Lucy. I’m to to fuck you hard and cum all over your ass. You will not shower and you will take out that plug until I say so. My cum will become hardened, sticky. That plug will become uncomfortable. If you’re good, I might allow you to shower in the morning before work. If you’re very good, I might remove the plug before work. Then again, I might not. I might decide you need a more constant reminder.
Mister is nothing if not true to his word. He did allow me to shower, and he did remove the plug, but then he made me insert the small plug. I’ve worn it all day now. He just sent me a text saying that if my humility tonight pleases him he will remove the plug, fuck my ass and allow me to come.
Let’s hope this is proper humility.