Learning How to Stick to a Diet

We are on our way to a friend’s birthday party. Delilah is famous for her spectacular and spectacularly delicious cakes. I, however, am on a diet and so Sir reminds me before we get there that I will have to politely refuse cake when it is offered to me. All goes well until my friend’s husband, Jake, asks me to come into the kitchen to light the candles and start the happy birthday song parade out to Delilah. When I enter the kitchen, Jake is awkwardly working to light the candles and rearrange them. He is hopeless at it, so I ask him if he would like me to take over and he gratefully sighs yes. As I am working to rearrange and light the candles on the cake, I get some frosting on my finger. I absentmindedly lick the frosting off. My eyes roll heavenward as the soft, rich chocolates frosting melts on my tongue and that is when I see that J is standing in the doorway watching me. “Krys, I thought you told me you were on almanbahis a diet and that you weren’t having any cake today.” I blush from the top of my forehead down to my throat and I swallow before attempting to explain, but he cuts me off before I can say anything. J grabs my wrist and asks Jake if we can use the laundry room. Jake says something about the cake, but J, to my dismay, is leading me into the adjoining room and hollering back, “You can punish her for the delay after I am done with her.” “Take your time!” I hear Jake yell back at J. I am mortified, but speechless. J leaves the door open and glares at me. “Take off your clothes,” he says, impatiently and I do, even while I am begging him to wait until we get home. “No,” He says. “This is important. You gave me your word. you told me it was important to you and then, at the first opportunity, you threw the plan away. you need immediate correction.” I can almanbahis yeni giriş feel that Jake is listening in and in fact, the entire party has gotten quiet as Sir has been lecturing me. He seems completely unfazed and focused on the task. “Face the wall,” He tells me and I do. I press my arms to the wall and thrust my ass out, like at home. He has removed his belt. “Ask for it,” He tells me. “Please correct me with Your belt, Sir,” I say. He places one hand in the small of my back and with the other begins whipping my ass with forceful strokes. He is slow and deliberate, making me feel every stroke. He catches my pussy, which is swelling with arousal, and I moan and thrust my ass higher. I hear the noise of the party guests crowding around the doorway, but J is never distracted. When He is finished, He merely stops and replaces His belt. He turns me around and hugs me. I see the crowd over his shoulder almanbahis giriş and I feel humiliated, but grateful that He has punished me, as well. He breaks the hug and turns back to the party guests. I look around for my dress, but J says, “Oh, no, Krys. you have lost the privilege of clothes until the party guests are satisfied. I believe you owe Delilah an apology. I look from my Master to Delilah, whose mouth is hanging open. I look at her and say, “I am sorry Sir had to punish me and that you had to wait for your birthday cake, Delilah. I am sorry I was a bad girl and disrupted your nice party.” J asks Delilah if she is satisfied with my apology and she twists her mouth and looks down, disgusted. “I’m really not, J.” “I don’t blame you,” He says to her. “This is your day, but SOMEONE had to selfishly steal the spotlight.” He looks at her with pity and then goes to her and takes her hand. “And you spent so long on that birthday cake. Can you tell me how you made it?” “Well,” she begins, tentatively, “of course it is entirely made by hand.” J takes her hands and rubs them. “I have a new use for those hands, Delilah.” They both look at me.