Two tickets in four days.

First speeding ticket was given to me for not wearing my collar.
My fine: 10 swats on my bottom and thighs with the black leather diamond shaped paddle.

Second speeding ticket was given to me for pushing away from Masters paddle.
My fine: 1 swat on my right breast with the brown leather horse paddle.

I was more shocked than actually hurt when Master implemented the first of what I feel will be many speeding tickets. I had no time to prepare, emotionally, for the act of being disciplined. I had been kneeling at the front door, waiting Masters arrival, excited to greet him after being gone the previous week. There was a new sensation as I remained still, eager to greet Master with a bright smile and obedience. As Master opened the door, he smiled, placing a kiss upon my forehead. I was certain by his expression that I had pleased him which is why I was shocked to hear his stern voice ask me where my collar was. In my excitement of being home I had completely forgotten to place the leather back around my neck. Immediately I asked to run upstairs; however, Master quickly stopped my speech by placing his hand over my mouth and asking me the question I was not ready to hear.

"How many slave?" His voice was calm but his eyes exhibited a rumbling, something darker inside.

It took a moment to process his words, to understand what he was referring to. Hesitantly I answered, hoping my response would be met with approval.

"Ten, Master." I had cleared my throat prior to answering not wishing to have to repeat myself, knowing my voice generally turns exceptionally quiet when confronted with being reprimanded.

"Good." Was all that Master rebutted before he climbed the thirteen steps to our bedroom, retrieving the unknown instrument. He returned swiftly and without instruction, I lowered my forehead to the cool tile, waiting for each swat.

"You will count with each swat. You will thank me for each one as well slave." As his voice trailed I felt the first of ten spankings, all which landed with a loud thud upon my lower body. I could hear the faint tremble behind my words, uncertain as to where the tears were coming from. Master was not hitting me nearly hard enough to create this reaction and yet as the last blow landed heavily on my bottom, I found myself in full sobs, pushing my entire body against the floor.
"Good girl. You may get up now slave." Master was kissing the back of my head before he granted me permission to rise and before I had time to look up at him, he had already moved into the living room, tending to tasks he wished to complete. I laid there, motionless, trying to absorb, to process the events that transpired. I felt confused and yet calm. Only minutes passed before I pushed myself up, brushed off my clothes and returned to the kitchen to prepare Masters his dinner.

We did not discuss the exchange, it was as though it was as natural as breathing.

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The boat cruise Master and I attended last night was where the second speeding ticket was administered. Master was pushing my comfort levels by taking the brown paddle and swatting my breasts with it. The first strike made me squeal but my reaction was more from the fact that we were not alone, we were accompanied by a friend. Having her sit across from me, having her watch as Master blatantly swatted each of my (covered) breasts brought a shade of red to my face that most likely matched that of a cherry tomato. I became grossly embarrassed and nervous and I could see people watching as Master continued to strike me. Although he was not hitting me hard, it still caused my nipples to become hard and I was extremely aware of my arousal. Throughout the evening, Master would catch me off guard and I would find the leather landing on either fabric or the bare tops of my breasts. It was during one of these random interludes that I moved away from Master, causing his paddle to miss my body. I knew the moment I flinched that I should not have and with a gleam in his eyes Master spoke those all too painful words.

"How many slave?" There was an actual smile lingering behind his soft blue pools and I found myself smiling at him.

"One?" My voice was clearly a question and I was uncertain if he would permit such a low fine.

"One it is." And just like before, as soon as the last syllable escaped his lips, I found the pain of the leather cascade over my body, the tip of his paddle smacking the top of my right breast, leaving a resounding thwack sound. My wincing was genuine this time as the sting Master created was lasting.

I felt intense humiliation as I felt eyes gaze upon me. Truly I should not have since what was occurring in our corner of the ship paled in comparison to the copious amounts of sexual debauchery taking place in the center of the vessel. Still, knowing Master had disciplined me with many people around us and with our friend sitting beside us, well, it shook me to the core. I was able to maintain my composure, I thanked and counted the one swat and I do believe I made Master happy for taking my ticket without hesitation. I was cautious for the remainder of the sail though, not wanting to bring further attention to me, not wanting my skin to glow pinker than it already was.

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I am uncertain why I started this entry discussing the two speeding tickets I have received instead of discussing my welcome home from Master and all that transpired. Perhaps I needed to share those two moments to help process all that transpired between me and my Master. Perhaps it was because I was nervous about reliving the experience. Regardless of the reason, I have decided not to edit this entry, like I do with so many, and to leave this one exactly as it is typed.

The moment I walked through the airport doors and saw Master I smiled. I smiled with an exuberance I had felt when I hugged my close friends back home only seven days previously. I beamed in fact and I could not walk fast enough to him, wanting to hug him with everything in me. As I reached his body, my arms opened wide, as did his and I was engulfed in a hug as big as my own. We were quiet, just being in our embrace and it felt really good to be home. We parted, only so that I could admire my beautiful seven long stemmed roses (one for each day I was gone) and to thank Master for the beautiful gift. As I cradled the roses in one arm, I wrapped my right one around him once again, just wanting to feel his body close, to feel his presence tightly against mine. Within moments, Master had slipped from my tight embrace and taken my hand, guiding me back to the car, taking me home.

It felt good as I was greeted by two happy kittens. After a few pats and tummy rubs, Master and I found our way upstairs, into our bedroom. Without skipping a beat, we engaged in our bedtime routine and after washing faces, brushing teeth, we found ourselves nestled in bed, face to face, lips lightly brushing against each other. I breathed him in, smelling his skin, his scent, everything about him. I had only been gone one week and yet I felt as though it had been longer.

There was a passion between Master and I that I had not experienced before. In many ways, I feel as though we were feeding off of each other. With every caress of Masters fingers I was ignited. My pulse was hot as it coursed through my veins and my breath was held captive in my lungs. Master played with me, my entire body and I gave everything, all of me to him without hesitation, without reluctance. I lay spread, open to his demands, the plunging, roaming fingers and I found myself arching my back continuously, screaming out not only with my voice but with my body, as each orgasm controlled me, dominated me. I became greedy, primal and my moans, growls exhibited my emotions. In time, Master allowed me to feast from his cock, only this time Master was not gentle, he was all consuming and used my mouth, my tongue, my lips in a manner foreign but intoxicating to me. I can recall a moment when Master had instructed my hands behind my back and he had fistfuls of my hair. He was plunging his cock down my throat, almost raping it, as he thrust harder, without caution, without care. He continued to molest my throat, my lips, my tongue until at last he was filling me with his cum, commanding me to drink every drop, to not allow any to spill from my lips. (Times before I might have opened my mouth regardless of what he said, afraid I would choke, I did not this time. There was something new to his voice, to his command and I dare not disobey.)

I was certain after he drained himself inside my stomach he would be finished with me, I was wrong. He pushed me down on the bed and as he had done earlier, began to use my flesh, running his hands over my body, delving his fingers deep inside my cunt. I was squirming, begging, growling and eventually with his permission, cumming. I came with such passion, with such force. My entire body convulsed. I was filled with shock, with intensity. Somewhere during our exchange I found myself lying on my stomach, sobbing with lustful rage, I could barely comprehend what Master was saying to me.

I was raw. No. I was bare. I felt bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. I was consumed with such a sense of loss and yet gain. My mind was spinning. My heart racing and my eyes filled with tears. I could not understand Masters tenderness as he pulled me tightly against his frame, kissing my cheek, the back of my neck, shushing me to find comfort in his embrace. I clung to his arms, gripping them as though somehow his limbs were keeping my head above water, allowing me to breathe. As our bodies calmed, the room finally quiet, I heard his tender voice whisper, "welcome home baby girl" and it was then that I could finally drift off to sleep.

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The next morning as Master kissed me good bye before he left for work, I felt an overwhelming sense of nakedness. I looked down, certain the covers were tossed to the side; instead I was cocooned in the heavy duvet. I was puzzled and moved throughout the house feeling exposed. Something was new, different. Later in the afternoon as I nestled in the tub it dawned on me, I felt bare. As bare as I had the night before. I had a peculiar sensation to document my new sensation and so I captured my bareness with a photograph. Since the day it was taken, I have looked at my makeup less, slicked back hair picture and sat in wonderment. I was looking at myself through different eyes, through the eyes of a girl who is truly understanding her ownership, her value as property.

Things are different now between Master and I. There is an exchange transpiring and this is new territory. The landscape might look the same but what lies beneath is something stronger, something powerful and although I am nervous, I am happy with this new foundation. I believe we are stronger than we ever have been and although I do not enjoy the speeding tickets I have received and will receive, I do like the Sheriff who gives them to me. I am a rules girl. I like rules and regulations. I like order and conduct. I thrive on expectations and discipline. I am fortunate to have a Master who understands this. Who saw this in me far before I could. Although I do not like to be work for Master, in the end the tickets will make me a better person, a better slave and I am willing to do anything for that.

~His

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