She decided to have a little mercy and deactivated the vibration on the remote controlled butt plug currently inside her boy so he could start his day's chores. The fact that she never had to deal with any household chores like cooking or cleaning pleased her deeply. He was fastidious in his home making duties, always careful to make sure her home was kept clean, tidy and organised. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had to punish him for shoddy work in that area. Still though, she didn't really need a justification to redden his bottom, her amusement was reason enough.
Hearing him clearing away the coffee things, she dried herself off after having exited the shower. Tonight promised to be very stimulating, she was very much looking forward to some delicious, female attention from her newest lover. She sighed contentedly, still feeling the warm afterglow of this morning's orgasms while anticipating many more to come. Upon reentering the bedroom she noted that her boy had made the bed and tided up the remnants of the previous night's activities. Her harness was put away, as was her crop, and her dildo was back in its drawer, cleaned and ready for use again. Such a good boy.
Sounds of dishes being put away drifted in from the kitchen as she chose today's outfit. She had a big lecture to give this morning and was a little nervous about it but she had just the thing to help with that. Checking the time, she finished dressing and summoned him.
She clicked a button on her remote, giving her boy a quick, short buzz from the plug. She heard him squeak a startled, little yelp then silence as he stopped what he was doing. She smiled to herself, knowing he was on his way to her, crawling to the bedroom, as was mandated in their FLR Agreement, signed by them both, years prior. She absolutely loved to see him on his knees as much as possible which included him crawling whenever he didn't need to carry anything. Having him crawl everywhere also helped to keep his male ego in check, which was a pleasant and essential part of their relationship. It did mean that he went through his stockings quite quickly though, but she could afford to keep her treasured boy dressed in ways that pleased her, without much trouble.
She reached for her antique riding crop, a fierce looking implement, bone handled, leather wrapped and quite intimidating to him. It was very appropriate to her station and comfortable for her to use. Feeling its reassuring weight in her hand, she sat and waited, perched on the edge of her bed.
Crawling was a bit difficult to do gracefully at first, but over the years since it had been required he'd improved greatly. The key was to not rush too much and to be aware of how his hips moved. It filled his submissive soul with unmitigated joy to know how much it pleased his Mistress to see him like this, crawling to her.
He had also learned long ago to never try to anticipate what it was that Mistress wanted when she summoned him out of the blue. Just that he should always crawl to her then kiss her feet and wait for instructions, eager to please as always. When he entered the bedroom and saw her sitting on her bed, crop in hand, he knew what it meant. Mistress was going to gift him with a constant reminder, for the day, of her power and his place in her life.
She waited, still smiling to herself, while he lavished kisses on her stockinged feet. She resisted the building urge to push her foot deep into his mouth. 'That will have to wait till later, if he's good and begs appropriately.' She thought to herself as she lightly tapped the back of his head with the end of her crop. He stopped his ministrations and knelt up to face her, his big, blue eyes already starting to water.
"Beg for it." She said softly, gently placing the business end of the crop to his lips for him to kiss first.
"Please Mistress, please may i have a cropping, please Mistress, please." He pined, immediately after reverently kissing her crop, tears welling.
"I'm not entirely convinced yet. More." She taunted while sitting back and gazing down at him.
"Please Mistress! Please Mistress! Please!" He begged more ardently.
"Since you asked so nicely, ok I suppose. Humble now boy." She instructed him.
'Humble' was one of the positions he had been trained to assume upon her command. It was similar to his Contemplation position, on his knees, head to the floor, hands out in front and flat on the floor. The difference was that his knees were to be spread a couple of feet apart and his behind was to be held up higher. This was so that he was humbled and presented for Mistress' use, whatever that may be, depending on her whims at the time. He turned and assumed the position, ready for what was to come.
She took her time, letting the anticipation build in both of them.
The room was silent except for the sound of his breathing and her key, lightly jangling on its chain as she shifted her position on the bed. He felt a light tap on the left cheek of his upraised rear, then a sharp, hot pain as she began the begged for cropping.
"One! Thank you Mistress!" he cried out as he'd been trained to do. Another smack rained down immediately after, on the other cheek.
"Two! Thank You Mistress!" he squeaked through a gasp of surprise. More blows cracked the air like tiny explosions, in rapid succession.
