My Master knows me so well: he knows how much I like to receive spankings but hate punishment spankings. I love his belt when it spanks for both types of spankings. It hurts just the same, well, unless Master is putting all of himself into my punishment when he is upset with me or mad about what I did wrong.

One morning, I had left for work without waking Master. I know I am supposed to wake him before I leave, but I had overslept. I didn’t have time to fix his breakfast and didn’t want a punishment spanking before work, so I just left the house. I had to be at work by 6:30 to relieve the nighttime dispatcher. When I arrived, I was hardly surprised when the dispatcher asked me, “Are you late because you got a punishment spanking?”

Everyone in the office knew about my Master. He owned and ran the Trucking business I worked at, and most employees were in the BDSM family. I smiled and said, “No, he’s still asleep.”

Bob told me, “You won’t get away with this. First, you know I’m a Master myself. I’ll have to tell him. Second, you know that when he wakes up, he’ll see you aren’t there, and he’ll know you did something wrong.”

It was 7:15 when my phone rang, and I knew before I even looked that it was Master calling. As soon as I answered, before I could begin to explain or make an excuse, he was speaking. All he said was, “Bob hasn’t left yet, has he?”

“No, Sir, he hasn’t.” I said, anxiously feeling warmth pool in my stomach and wetness gather between my thighs.

“Good. Bring the spanking table to the center of the office and have Bob tie you to it. Hand Bob your phone and go get the table.”

I did as I was told. From the other room, I heard Bob say, “I would love to stay and watch, but I have to take care of Sherrie and enjoy her.”

Bob hung up my phone and laid it on my desk, telling me to strip. “Bend over the table,” he said, as he went to the toy closet and got a ball gag and four lengths of my pink rope. As I bent over, Bob tied my arms to the eye bolts of the table. Then he took the ankle cuffs and placed them aside on the longer spreader bar before attaching them to eye bolts drilled into the legs of the table, leaving me completely immobile and tied down. Spread and laid out like that, I could only imagine what Master had planned for my punishment. Bob left without a word. I had no idea what time it was now.

After a long time, I heard the staff door of the shop open, and the mechanic walked into the office and saw me. He asked what I’d done, but I couldn’t speak around the ball gag. Just then, the front door opened and the daytime dispatcher came in along with some office staff and a few drivers. They all stood around and talked about me openly, wondering what I’d done to deserve punishment this time.

Finally, after what felt like ages of lying there, Master walked in and said, “Good morning. All of you see my pet has been disobedient. As you can tell, I’m late. She overslept, and instead of taking a mild punishment spanking at home, she tried to deceive me. She will receive thirty with my belt, ten from the cane, and twenty from the crop on her exposed pussy.” Coming over, he ran his fingers between my legs and chuckled. “her very wet pussy. Before I start who wants to fuck her dry asshole?”

Will stepped up. He would fuck me every time he was allowed too. It hurt as he rammed his very large cock into my dry asshole. I tried to scream but nothing but groans came out. He fucked me hard, until he shot hot cum deep in my ass. Master took his belt off and swung it down hard, refusing to even allow me a few warm up shots. He counted out the swats, each one coming down harder. Behind me, I heard Millie announce when my pussy started leaking juice, mixed with Will’s cum as it drizzled out my ass. By the time Master got to thirty, tears were running from my eyes and I was whimpering, muffled by the ball gag. Master took the ball gag out and I groaned when it popped out. He informed me I was to count the next set of ten. If I messed up, he told me that he would begin the whole punishment over. I heard the whiz of the cane as it bit deep into my ass.

“One,” I said. “Two. Three.” Over and over it hit me, but I made it through all ten without messing up, stammering around my tears. Master picked up the crop and began to spank my pussy and clit. Millie let everyone know I had a puddle of juices on the floor and that I would have to clean them up afterwards with my tongue. I whimpered as Master counted. I had ten more to go and I was about to cum. He told me not to and cum, I didn’t have permission to cum.

Master finished the other ten and told Jake to come up and fuck me. “Pet, you can cum after Jake has cum,” he said. Jake fucked me hard, until his hot cum shot deep into my tight, wet pussy.

After Jake finished, I had cum deep in me and was told by Master that he was still very upset with his naught pet. I started crying more because he was upset with me. He told me I was gonna stay tied up and that others would be free to fuck and spank me as they pleased. Lee, another driver, came in to drop paperwork off and saw me tied up and crying. He asked Kerri what was going on. He walked over to me and said, “Your ass isn’t glowing anymore. Let me help with that. He picked up the crop and spanked me, and my ass still hurt so bad that I once more I began to cry. He fucked my still-wet pussy and then shoved his cock deep in my ass before shooting his hot load. I was exhausted from my punishment. All I could do was cry.

At noon he Master sent everyone to lunch. Master came over and released me from my restraints and helped me up. We walked to his office, and he helped me shower in cool water and dried and dressed me. We went to lunch, for a good steak. I could not eat much of mine. I asked permission to speak since Master said my punishment wasn’t complete. When we got back to the office, I saw that my desk chair had been replaced and a hard wood chair sat there waiting for me. It hurt bad, but I sat down, feeling the ache in my raw ass as I got to work. At closing time, Master told me to ride home with him. We went home to finish my punishment.

To be continued…