I pull up outside a typical northern terraced house, in a typical northern terraced street, in a typical small northern town.  I know my way here now, it took a bit of learning as the route involves a seemingly complex set of directions cutting across typical northern rural countryside, and through small anonymous stone-built villages.

I feel weary; an hour of motorway driving followed by another 30 minutes of dark twisty unfamiliar roads.  With a deep sigh of relief I grip the bottle of red wine which has made the journey with me. Opening the car door I step out, glancing up at the dimly lit windows of my destination.  I turn to lock the car and walk up the short path to a front door.  My hand grasps the door handle and turns.  The door is unlocked and opens easily.  I quietly enter and turn to close and lock the door behind me, pulling the draught curtain across it to shut out the biting northern winter wind.

As I turn back into the room my eyes roam quickly around it.  I spot a small piece of paper lying obviously on the arm of a settee, make a mental note that obedience does not seem to be a problem, and then take in the rest of the room.  I feel immediately at home in a comfortably warm, contemporarily furnished living room.  The warm glow of a gas fire illuminates one end, and supplementary light comes from a variety of candles scattered around the fireplace and its surround.  I nod inwardly, tonight is going to be special, very special.

Entering a tiny kitchen I find the corkscrew in its usual drawer, I uncork the red wine, and leave it on the mantelpiece to breathe.

Time for the evening to begin in earnest.  I remove my shoes and jacket, and cross the room to read the note, which has been left for me to find.  Reading carefully, I feel a wave of sexual anticipation flood through me, as I understand the way the evening is to proceed.  I mount the stairs, which run directly off the living room, and tread quietly along the hall towards the bathroom.  I stand in the doorway and take in the sight before me.  My slave for the evening has lit the bath with candles, and the steaming and scented water is prepared.  My slave stands dressed in a robe, quietly waiting for her first command.

"Good evening, slave.  You may bathe me."  My voice is quiet and even, but carries just a slight edge of authority.  She quickly and expertly removes my clothes, a soft smile playing across her face.  Does she enjoy serving so much?  Or is this a sign of insubordination?  It matters not; she will be in no doubt as to who is her Master before the evening is out.

I am invited to step into the water and relax, my slave slipping out of her robe and joining me in order to bathe me thoroughly.  She does her duty expertly, and very thoroughly.  I lie back in the warm water and relax in the flickering candlelight, letting the tensions of the day and the drive ebb away.  The roles are put to one side as we engage in casual talk and catch up with each others news, time for the play to resume soon enough.

Finally, as the bath water begins to cool, I have Slave wash my hair.  This duty she performs as expertly and carefully as ever.  A bowl is used to carry clean water from the sink to rinse the soap out of my hair and eyes.  Suddenly a torrent of freezing tap water pours over my head, shocking me out of the mellow mood that had taken over.

I gasp, and grab at the towel that Slave is holding ready.  That smile is back.  I realise now it is not a smile of pleasure at doing her duty; it is a suppressed smile of pure devilment.  I resolve there and then to deal with her most thoroughly.

"Right, my girl!  Downstairs!  Right now!!"  My voice stern now, I will not be argued with.  Slave turns and makes the mistake of bending to pick up damp towels.....

<Smack!!>  My palm impacts her left cheek and she jerks upright, and hand reaching to soothe the injured flesh.  "Bend over!" Comes my command, she does so slowly, knowing what to expect........

<Spank!!>  An equal and opposite palm print is applied to her right buttock.  "Downstairs!"  Slave glances back and moves quickly out along the landing and down the stairs.  I notice a hand reach behind her to rub, and make a note to make her pay for that, she knows better.  Donning my robe I follow close behind her.

I indicate a point in the centre of the rug, "Stand there, Slave.  And stand still!"  I turn and busy myself pouring wine, then turning back to observe Slave and her demeanour.

"You will pay dearly for that little trick, Slave.  With your backside."  Without taking my eyes from hers, I reach behind a couch, and find what I expected.  The cane and leather paddle have been placed there in readiness.

I take a seat in the middle of one couch and point at my waiting lap, "Bend over."  Slave moves slowly towards me, trying to make some sort of excuse about the cold water being an accident.  "You are simply making things worse for yourself, Slave.  GET ACROSS MY KNEE!"

I feel her warmth as she comes close, the weight increasing across my knees.  That special weight which only a naughty face down female who is about to be spanked can create.  My left arm encircles her waist, pulling her close to me, as my right palm smoothes across those glorious orbs.

<Smack!> .... <Smack!> ............ <Smack!> ... <Spank!> ......... The slaps land in pairs, one on each cheek.  They slowly spread all over those taught and quivering cheeks, none exceptionally hard, each just enough to impart a warming sting.

<Slapp!!> ....<Smack!!> ........ <Spank!> ....<Spank!> ........ The spanking continues.  I fall into a steady beat, alternating between cheeks, and then landing a succession on the same cheek, followed by a similar series on her other cheek.  Then back to alternates, paying special attention to her thigh tops and crease.  She begins to writhe slightly, the sting spreading and multiplying as already pinkened flesh is revisited.  My turn to smile smugly to myself.....

"An appropriate punishment, cold treatment deserves heat treatment I think."  My palm is tingling intensely, and I pause the spanking to run it soothingly over Slave's cheeks.

"I hope you are remembering your rules, Slave?"

"What rules, Sir?  I....I don't remember any rules!"

I am patient, but I resolve to make her pay for this false ignorance.  "You know as well as I that you are not allowed to become moist during punishment, don't you?"

<Smack!!>  She jumps at the sudden sting, coming as it does just as she is relaxing into my soothing hand strokes.

<Spank!!>  "Don't you? Hmm??"

"Ouchh!! ...... errr, yes Sir. I remember now."

<Spank!!> ...... <Slapp!!>...... <Smack!!>...... <Spank!!>......

"Well?" .......<Smack!!>....... "Are you wet?" ......<Slap!!>

"Oowww, no Sir!"  I know she is lying, she always is.  My hand slips lower and I insert my fingers between her thighs, prising them apart.  My hand slides up her inner thigh, deeper into that dark valley, feeling the softness of her sex.  I allow my finger tips to run along the lips, and they slip easily and wetly into her.  She is not moist.  She is literally running with sex juice.

Unknown to her I lift my slippery fingers to my nose, savouring her scent, then sucking them clean, tasting her arousal.

<SPANK!!>....... <SLAP!!>...... "LIAR!!" ....<SMACK!!>...... <SPANK!!>  "You should be ashamed!  You are drenched!"......  <SMACK!!>....... <SLAPP!!>

"Get up this instant.  Stand over there with your nose against the wall."  I indicate where I want her, "Stand up straight and stand still, while I decide what I am going to do with you.  Disobedience like this will have to be punished......"  I move quietly to stand immediately behind her.  "......Severely!"  My voice in her ear makes her start.  I hear a soft sigh of resignation. "Yes Slave.  Severely!!.  You know what that means don't you?"

She nods at the wall.

"I asked you a question, young lady!"

"Yes Sir!"  She responds quickly, nodding some more.

I land a final slap full across both buttocks and turn to collect my wine, sitting and relaxing.  I sip wine and drink in the site of hot female buttocks doing their little dance in an effort to assuage the sting and that itchy sensation which follows.

We take a time-out.  I take Slave's wine across to her.  She has to remain in position but is allowed to enjoy the wine, which is now at just the right temperature and very mellow.  I relent a little and caress her bottom, enjoying the special feel of soft smooth female skin against my hand.

The unmistakable "swish" of a cane slicing the air alerts Slave that retribution is near.

"Come and stand here, Slave." Comes my command.  She turns to see me pointing at a spot on the floor at the end of the couch.  She looks at the place, and then at the supple crook handled cane I am flexing in my hands, and then at me.  Her mouth opens, as if to plead, but she knows it would be no use.  Eyeing the cane, she slowly takes her place. The roll of the couch arm is level with the top of her thighs, the perfect height.

"Bend over!"  My voice is stern and brooks no argument.  "All the way down, nose in the cushion.  Arms out straight.  And don't you dare move or I will start over!"  I step to her side and lay the cane across her proffered cheeks.  "Legs straight, Slave!  This is going to sting.  Are you ready?"  Tapping the cane against those twin mounds.  "Six strokes, Slave.  And I hope we don't have to hold this "conversation" again, or it will be doubled next time."

I flick the cane a little harder, making her clench and jump.  "I asked if you were ready!"

A tiny "Yes, Sir" emits from the cushions, fear and anticipation mixing into a heady broth of emotion.

<ThhhwipP!>  The first stroke lands squarely across the centre of both cheeks, a thin red line blossoming to give away the landing zone.

She jerks, fighting the sting, and then relaxes again as she absorbs it.

<Thhhwippp!>  A second thin red stripe blossoms on each cheek, almost parallel to the first.  Again the body tenses as the sting registers. I can see the temptation to rise, and the mental battle over the physical.

<tap>........<tap>.......<tap>.........<tap>..........<ThhhwippP!>  A sharp intake of breath heralds the arrival of another tide of sting........

<Thhwiippp!>  follows close behind, catching her off guard.  Slave's thighs rub together frantically.......

I rest the cane in the groove of thigh and buttock, I see her head rise from the cushion as if to protest, for she knows what is coming, but then it sinks back in resigned acceptance.  She knows it is going to sting intensely, and she knows she will be reminded of these last two as she drives around tomorrow.  But she trusts me implicitly.  I have never hurt her beyond her tolerance, and she knows I have no desire to do so.

<Thhhwippp!>  The stroke lands as expected, eliciting a soft moan......

<Thhhwippp!!!>  The final stroke carries just that little extra touch of venom, landing close to the previous, adding to the orchestra of jangling nerve ends.

I set the cane down, and run a hand tenderly across both globes.  I sense the waves of sting pulsing through her still, and gently assuage it.  She relaxes into my touch, and her thighs part slackly as the muscles release their tenseness.

After some time I place my hands under her shoulders and gently lift her, standing close behind.  My rock-like erection nestles snugly between her cheeks, hot against my thighs.  I hug her tenderly, my hands each cupping a breast, encouraging the nipples to spring into life.

"Are you going to be a good girl now?" I ask softly in her ear.  A low moan signals yes.  I walk her to the front of the couch, my fingers and thumbs gently rolling erect nipples, and then more firmly, twisting and stretching.  I feel her buttocks press backwards hard against me, feel her need, feel her hands reach back to part my robe and grasp my cock eagerly.

Gentle pressure on her shoulders bends her forward until her head is once again resting in the cushions.  As she bends into the jack-knife position, I can feel the hot slippery wetness of her pussy lubricating the underside of my cock.  My need becomes extreme, and a simple movement of my hips manoeuvres the swollen and throbbing head of my engorged penis between those slippery lips.  I slide easily deep inside her in one long, slow motion; my knees quiver at the sheer ecstasy of that sensation and I have to steady them against the edge of the couch.

I pull slowly out, and then thrust forward in a long, slow orgy of sexual stimulation.  The ribs of her pussy walls grip me, and we merge together in a sea of lust, moving urgently and synchronously together.  Our moans and sighs demonstrate each other's passion, and my thrusts become firmer and more urgent.  My hands clasp her hips tightly as I thrust deeply into her.  I can feel my cock nudging against her cervix and she pushes back harder and faster, her movements becoming frantic, until finally she cries out as a long intense orgasm crashes over her.

I hold myself in check, saving hot balls full of cum until later, this night has a long way to run yet.  We collapse closely onto the couch, touching, kissing and caressing, drinking wine and talking until the time comes to take each other again, this time in the warmth and security of her bed.  The flickering candles casting a soft and sensual light over continuous waves of mutually sensuous sexual climax.........