“Master says stop,” he says.

I freeze – standing bent over, my hands touching my toes. 

“Stand up,” he says, in his best Dom voice, and I’m halfway up before I realize he didn’t say “Master says”. But it’s too late, he laughs. ”Come here,” he says. ”That’s three.”

Yes, we were playing a warped game of Simon Says, warped because it was Master Says and every time I got it wrong, there were consequences. I didn’t need to be told what to do next.

He had placed a chair in front of him, strategically arranged so that when I bent over, with my hands on the seat of the chair, he was at the optimal angle to spank my ass, presented for his pleasure. We started with three licks, three for the first time I responded incorrectly. After that, he would add one or two more each time, depending on some system that was clear only to him.

I had already been stripped of my clothes, there was no need to raise a skirt. One – two – three administered quickly with the light paddle – so much stinging with just a few licks! But when he had finished, I said, “thank you, Sir,” and got in position for the next round of the game.

“Obedience Practice,” he called it, and just those words put me into some kind of submissive space. As if I were a dog, of course that was there, but I thought of myself as more like a cat, so how could I be trained in this way? And yet… it touched something deep inside me.

“Master says hands on your head, Master says hands behind your back, Master says touch your knees, touch the floor,” the orders came quickly, and damned if he didn’t catch me again. I laughed, shaking my head ruefully at myself.

He grinned. This time it was five, with the medium paddle. Yikes and ouch. But then he rubbed my ass, caressing it, slipped a hand between my thighs, feeling my wetness, and I sighed with pleasure. Just for a moment though and we started again.

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 Wouldn’t that be a fun game? You could also make it a group activity, right? Several subs and their Doms. The Doms could take turns giving orders, while the others administered consequences as needed. Of course, the Doms would trade places often… occasionally a girl would be pulled out so he could let her practice other skills or just use her as he pleased…

I do have a kinky brain, don’t I? Maybe I should be the recreation director at a kinky retreat center… THAT would be fun! Can you imagine?