Fucking Up

O/our time together today began with taking Her dog for a walk. We met at a local trail that we have walked a few times before. The walk was splendid, as always. I carry Her water, and the dog treats. I walk close to Her, so O/our arms are touching. Occasionally She takes my arm in Hers. It is a nice feeling. If feels like She is guiding me around, like I am Her pet. When we are done with O/our walk, She says we are going to go back to my place, wipe off my disgusting sweat, and have everything ready when She arrives. I rush back to my place to do as I was told.

I get a towel and wipe off my sweat, and then take my shirt off and throw it in the hamper. I put the fans on high, get Her glass filled with ice and set it in the freezer, and then go open a window. Just then I hear Her outside. I rush out to meet Her and open the door for Her. I rush to grab Her glass out of the freezer and wine out of the fridge and quickly pour Her a glass.

She tells me She wants cheese, but first I need to start Her music. When I come back from starting the music, She tells me to pour myself some wine. I pour myself some wine and take a drink, then get to cutting the cheese, nice and thin, just the way She likes. When I am done, She tells me it is time to shave Her legs, and to get everything ready.

I go to the bathroom and get out Her razor, shaving cream, lotion, and a washcloth. She tells me to bring a chair into the bathroom, then to bring our wine in. Then, She tells me I should be naked. I strip as quickly as possible. When I return to Her for further instruction, She hands me the plate of cheese to take back to the bathroom. She brings in my latest journals to give me Her corrections.

This leg shaving did not feel like it is going as smoothly as the last; it certainly was not going any smoother. I was in a very uncomfortable position, with my knee grinding into the floor. Every time I had to rinse the blade, I had to stretch as far as I could to be able to reach the faucet. I felt like I could never get at the right angle, and I was constantly coming close to getting shaving cream on Her dress. I was exhausted from lack of sleep, and a busy work week. I had forgotten to bring in the fan, so I was dripping with sweat. She reminded me of that fact as I was shaving Her legs, and ridiculed me for forgetting it. I asked Her if I could go get it, but She denied me.

As I shaved Her legs, She corrected my latest writings. At first it was going well. She was enjoying the journals, smiling, laughing, and occasionally playfully kicking cock and balls with Her free leg. Thankfully She was using only a very tiny fraction of Her full force for the kicking. I had thought that I had found all of my errors and corrected them, but I had been wrong. By the time She had read the second journal it had become apparent that I was still making the same mistakes that She had been trying to correct.

“I’ve been too nice to you,” She told me sternly. She told me to turn around. She slapped me, down my lower back and ass, four times, one for each letter. “T,” slap! “H,” slap!! “I,” slap!!! “S,” SLAP!!! The area where She had struck me stung intensely. Her strikes had left long red marks down my lumbar region and buttocks, with streaks left by Her fingertips clearly visible. It was painful, but mostly I was feeling disappointed that I had failed Her again. I had been so sure that I had corrected all of my mistakes.

After I had finished shaving Her legs, She told me to take a cold shower. “I don’t want any heat on at all,” She said. I turned the shower on, and entered. The water was damn near ice cold. I could barely stand it. I kept jumping around, hoping the movement would warm me up, but it wasn’t helping. The cold was inescapable. It permeated my existence. When She told me I was at the half-way mark, I exclaimed in relief. It seemed at least twice as long before She finally told me that I could shut the shower off and come out. She looked at my tiny, shriveled cock and laughed. It was as if only the very tip of it was poking out of my body. She laughed some more as She poked at it playfully.

We made O/our way back to the kitchen and She had me pour Her a little more wine. I still couldn’t believe that I had made the same mistakes. “Yeah, I know,” She said. “I’m being too nice to you.” Then She commanded me to bend over in the middle of the kitchen floor and spanked my ass, fucking hard, I don’t know how many times. It added some more red to my ass to compliment the streaks coming down from my back. She is very strong. My posterior felt like it was on fire.

She made me stand there while She took a picture of Her handiwork. She showed it to me. My backside looked sad and pathetic. She pulled me in for a hug, and I kissed Her neck. She told me to feel how wet She was, and directed my middle finger to the appropriate spot. She was very wet. The tip of my finger became slick instantly. Before I knew it, I was massaging Her clit with my fingertip while She held me and moaned.

She told me just how I need to touch Her to bring Her to climax. I faltered a couple of times when She was real close, because I am inept, but then finally She was over the edge. I love being able to help Her come. Bringing Her pleasure always brings me pleasure. I was feeling a little bit redeemed. I had disappointed Her with my writing yet again, but at least I had been able to bring Her pleasure in another way.

I think She may have brought me in for a hug and a kiss then, but I honestly can’t remember. What happened next though, I will never forget. Without thinking, I wiped my still wet finger off on my leg, and reached for my wine glass. Before my fingers touched the glass, She was bellowing “No! Did you just wipe that finger off?!”

At first I didn’t even know what She was talking about. “What??” I asked, suddenly terrified.

“You just wiped your finger off on your leg!” She said, with more anger and disappointment than I had ever heard from Her before. My brain still had not fully registered what had happened when the slap came. She has slapped me in the face a couple of times before, but those were lighter, more playful slaps. Today She had given me a full-hand, “fuck you” slap, though thankfully still not at the full force of which She is capable. Were She to hit me at full force, I would surely be rendered unconscious.

“Why would you waste it?!” She demanded to know. I was still in shock, but the realization of what had just happened had begun to wash over me. She was more than pissed off. She told me that I didn’t want Her pussy. I felt that I had deeply offended Her. I told Her that I did want Her pussy. I told Her that I was sorry, that I wasn’t thinking. I told Her that what I had done was an unconscious action. She was not having any of it.

I dropped to my knees before Her, and begged for Her forgiveness. She just said, “No,” and turned Her gaze away from me. I clung to Her leg and pleaded but She would not forgive me. She would barely acknowledge my existence. I felt heartbroken as She left, still furious with me. I received no big strong hug, no tingly kisses. I did not deserve them.

I felt horrible. I felt like I had genuinely upset and disappointed Her. This fuck-up was by far the worst of my many fuck-ups in the short time that I had known Her. I didn’t know what to do. My mistake could not be undone. I just didn’t want Her to be upset with me any more.

I tried to write, but all I could think about was my failure, and Her disappointment of me. I felt really horrible. I wished She would just come back and take Her anger out on me. I would have accepted whatever punishment She deemed appropriate.

None of the physical pain that She had inflicted on me thus far could compare to the emotional torment of having disappointed Her so much. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I texted Her, begging for Her forgiveness. I cried for a long time. I was worried that She would be done with me. I needed to be in Her good graces again. The thought of Her remaining upset at me was unbearable. She instructed me to listen to a few songs before giving me permission to sleep. Just the fact that She was still interacting with me made me feel a little bit better.

Amazingly, She did not cancel our appointment for swim class the next morning. I was still feeling sad when I met Her, but the first thing She did was give me one of Her big strong hugs. It made me feel so good that She was willing to give me another chance. All of the emotional pain and distress I had felt just melted away in Her arms. After class, we sat outside and talked for a bit before we had to part ways. I am always thankful for every moment of Her time that She chooses to spend on me. I will have to do better to ensure that Her time is not wasted on me.

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