lauren

I ache to please Mikkal. I miss Him, and it seems like I haven't seen Him for at least a week. I fantasized about Him last night, and I want more than anything to tell Him what I masturbated to, in the hope that it will please Him. I miss my Master. Kyle has been so tired since He started working, and doesn't seem to have much interest in conversation or playing, and so the opportunity hasn't presented itself when He is alert and awake for me to ask for my own Master; to speak with Him.


I was lying naked on my stomach on the bed, with my arms pulled behind my back and tied upward toward the headboard. my body was strapped down to the bed at my ankles and back so that I could not roll away. I was to be punished, and avoiding the punishment or moving away from my punishment, even in pain, would be shameful. Mikkal was about to punish me for hesitating, second guessing Him, and doubting that He knows what is best for me and always has my best interests at heart. I thoroughly deserved it. He took the paddle to my ass, the blue one. ten times on each side of my ass. I thanked Him for each hit, the left side of my ass first. 
"1, Sir. Thank You Sir. 
2,Sir. Thank You Sir."
After the first ten excruciating spankings, my Master moved to the right side of the bed. I knew He was enjoying punishing me, I deserved the pain I was going through, and even though I am not a masochist, I took great pride and contentment in the fact that I was pleasing my Master. my Mikkal. ouch! I gasped, "Six, Sir." He hit me again and as He laughed, I knew that I had forgotten to thank Him for my punishment since He had started over at 1 on this side of my ass. He continued on to ten, and then informed me that since I had not acted correctly during my punishment, that my punishment would be doubled. He returned to the left side of the bed, and my punishment began again. This time I remembered to count.    


and then I fell asleep.

i miss You, Master Mikkal

i must go.  Timmy requires the computer.