“Master, may I ask you something?” she said one morning as we sat eating breakfast.

“What is it, pet?” I said as I sat my fork down. Whenever my girl starts a sentence with ‘May I ask you something?’ it’s cause for my complete attention.

“Well, Master today is Friday ... and if we don’t have anything planned for this weekend...” she said faltering.

“What is it you want to ask, pet. Be quick about it – I have to get to work.” I said.

“I’m sorry Master. I was just wondering if you would spank me this weekend. I really need a good spanking.”

Her request caught me a bit off guard, so I wanted to know more. “Why is that, pet? Have you done something wrong?”

“Oh no, Master. I’ve been good. It’s just ... I really want you to spank me.”

“I’m not sure I understand. Explain what it is you are asking me,” I said, still perplexed at her unusual request.

“Well, Master it’s like this. Sometimes being a submissive is stressful, I mean having to always wonder if what I am doing or saying or acting is pleasing to you. Wondering if I am doing things the way you want, trying to figure out what you need from me next. Always being prepared no matter what I am doing to change things and go in a totally different direction. It’s quite stressful.”

“I didn’t realize you felt this way, pet,” I said.

“Oh don’t get me wrong – I love being your submissive. I can’t imagine my life any other way than to be kneeling before you and serving you, Master. But sometimes I need to be spanked ... it’s sort of cathartic in a way. It’s like when you tease me and then tell me not to cum. You keep on building up the pressure until it’s intolerable and then when you do allow me to cum, it’s such a relief. Well spanking has a similar effect on me. And I am in need of relief, Master. I need a good sound spanking to release the pressure. I need you to make me cry and then to hold me afterwards. Can you understand, Master?” she said, as she held my hand and looked into my eyes.

As her speech ended, I stood up and pulled her up to me. I kissed her on the forehead softly. “Yes, babygirl. I understand completely. Consider it done, little one. Tonight I shall grant you the release you speak of. I had no idea you felt this way and now that I do, you won’t have to suffer any longer with this burden.”

“Thank you, Master,” pet said.

“One thing I ask, though. The next time you need a release like this, don’t wait so long to ask. I don’t want you to be afraid to talk to me about anything, Okay?” I said.

“Yes, Master. I will come to you sooner next time. Thank you,” she said smiling. I couldn’t help but kiss her sweet lips long and hard. Such a good girl!

That day at work, I kept thinking about what pet had said. About how stressful it was on her being a submissive and how it all would build up in her. I had promised her when she became my submissive that I would make her life simpler and easier! Now apparently I was doing the opposite! Well something had to be done about this. But what? Where do I start and what can I do to change things for her?

I mulled the situation over all through the morning and over lunch. Due to the subject matter, this wasn’t exactly something I could ask the advice of my friends on! I had to figure this one out on my own.

After lunch I had come up with a plan that I hoped would help. It may not be the total answer, but if it worked to help alleviate some of the stress pet was talking about, it would do for now until I could come up with a more permanent and effective solution.

The office wasn’t very busy that day and I was able to close up a little early. Which was good, as I had some shopping to do. I stopped by the hardware store and by our local “adult novelties” shop to see what I could find to help in my plan.

Having made my purchases and formulated a plan in my head, I started for home. I had picked up a plain brown packing box and put everything into the box to keep prying eyes from spoiling my surprise! I arrived at home and pulled into the garage and shut the car off. Taking the taped box from the back seat, I went into the house.

My pet was busy in the kitchen and fortunately for me, she didn’t hear me come in. I put the box on the side of my chair opposite the couch so she wouldn’t see it, and then went into the kitchen to let her know I was home.

As I entered the kitchen, pet had her head in the refrigerator getting something out. I stood behind her quietly and when she stood up and closed the door, I slipped up behind her and threw my arms around her. She gasped as she felt me press into her and tried to scream but I clamped my hand over her mouth. Then to let her know I wasn’t a burglar I gently kissed her neck and whispered into her ear.

“Hello my love, I’m home,” I said in a low, deep voice. She relaxed at hearing my voice and then melted into me. My hands found their way up to her full firm breasts and began kneading the soft flesh under her oversize t-shirt. Pet moaned softly as she felt my fingers digging into her breasts. She had always had sensitive breasts and even more sensitive nipples – it was one of her best features and one I exploited at every opportunity!

She turned in my arms and I gave her a long passionate kiss. As I did my hand slipped down her back and I hiked up her t-shirt so I could grab her tight little ass. As I expected, she wasn’t wearing any panties (she had been taught not to unless I gave her permission to) and as I gripped her left asscheek, she moaned into my mouth. I pulled her closer to me so she could feel the bulge that was growing in my pants and I rubbed it against her barely covered pussy. Her moan got louder and then she broke the kiss.

“Master if you keep teasing me like this, you’ll make me burn our dinner. Then you’ll have to take me out to eat!” she said panting for breath.

I smiled and kissed her neck once again. “Well we can’t have that, not after you’ve made such a delicious smelling dinner!”

“Thank you, Master. Dinner is about ready so if you want to wash up, I will serve it up,” she said smiling broadly. I went to the bedroom to change clothes and then went to the bathroom to wash up. As I got back to the dining room, pet had just finished putting everything on the table. I went to her side of the table and pulled the chair out for her, seating her first as is our custom. Then I took my seat and she dished up our plates. She had made one of her mouthwatering pot roasts complete with all the fixings. We ate the delightful meal while she told me of her day and I told her about Mine.

After dinner was finished, I sat at the table while pet cleared the dirty dishes and started the dishwasher. Then we went into the living room to relax.

The room was warm and quiet. I sat down in my chair while pet took her favorite position kneeling at my feet with her head sideways in my lap. She mewled softly as I played with her hair, enjoying my hands running through her soft brown curls.

“Do you remember when you first learned that I was a Master? You asked me how anyone could enjoy being ‘abused and humiliated’ I believe were the terms you used that day.” I said.

She smiled, “Yes, Master I remember. I was so naive about The Life. But I was a different girl back then.”

“Yes you were, pet. Do you remember what I told you about D/s? About how being a submissive to a Master could make your life simpler and less stressful. You were working as a secretary and you were quite unhappy as memory serves.”

“Yes, Master. My boss was a jerk and my coworkers were so busy trying to keep themselves out of trouble that they didn’t have the time or the desire to help me. And then a customer would come in demanding something and it would just make matters worse. I hated the job.”

“That’s right. I told you that serving a Master would be easier – instead of trying to please your boss, the customers, and all the other things you had to deal with in an office setting, you would only need to concern yourself with pleasing one person. me. I told you that all you needed to do was what I told you and that you wouldn’t have to worry about anything except doing what I wanted you to do to please me.”

“I remember, Master,” she said.

“Well, after what you told me this morning, I did a lot of thinking today. I was troubled over your comments and...” I started.

“Oh, Master, it’s okay. I was just being whiny this morning. Please don’t worry about it, I’m over it now.” she said, cutting me off.

“You didn’t let me finish. Anyway, I was troubled over your comments, and so I have been trying to figure out how we can correct this problem so you don’t feel so stressed out and pressured,” I said. “And I think I have come up with a couple ideas.”

“Ideas, Master?”

“Yes. I am your Master and as such I should know if something is bothering you. I should have seen this coming and done something about it earlier. I am responsible for your entire well-being. Obviously there are some communication bugs to be worked out. So starting this coming Sunday and every Sunday from now on you and I are going to sit down at the dining room table and discuss our week, what we are thinking, and how we are feeling. During this time we are not going to be Master and subbie – we are going to be Jonathan and Linda. Just a regular married couple. Understand?”

“Yes, Master. Thank you,” she said, smiling and looking up at me with her soft brown eyes.

“Now you made a request of me this morning ... a request it’s time to take care of. Stand up pet,” I commanded. Pet instantly got to her feet. Even though she tried hard not to, I caught a smile on her lips. I took her hand and pulled her across my lap and hoisted her t-shirt up to expose her tight round ass. As I caressed her upturned ass I continued talking to her.

“Do you remember your first spanking, pet? You were nervous and scared at first, unsure if this was what you really wanted after all.”

Her lip trembled as she smiled. “Yes, Master, I remember.”

“After I had given you a few well-placed swats, you settled down and relaxed some. Your ass was so soft. It still is you know. As I rubbed and spanked it, you got so turned on and excited. Then I removed your panties and used them as a gag while I spanked your soft bare ass. Do you remember how hot you were as my fingers brushed between your legs?” Slightly embarrassed, she nodded.

I watched her reaction to my voice, as her breathing got a bit faster. “Then my fingers found their way inside you. You tried to direct me to finger you exactly the way you wanted it, but I didn’t want you to cum so quickly. So I teased you some first. Do you remember how hard you came when I finally allowed it? Do you remember how I made you beg for it?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

With my left hand in the small of her back holding her down, my other hand continued to rub her butt. “You know I’ve never forgotten that feeling the first time I spanked you, either.”

SMACK! SMACK! I left a red handprint on each of her pale ass cheeks.

“Does being dominated like this still excite you?” I asked.

“Ohhh,” Her soft moan was enough of a reply for me.

SMACK! SMACK! Two more swats to her soft asscheeks. I watched the skin pinken up as I rubbed her tender flesh.

I was not hitting her hard. This was not a punishment spanking. Instead, I was giving her firm, consistent slaps letting my hand alternate, first swatting one cheek then the other.

SMACK! SMACK!

“You know, pet, I believe you do enjoy these spankings.” I said, chuckling to myself.

SMACK! SMACK!

“You didn’t get all your housework done today did you? I noticed that the bedroom was still a mess. The bed was not made and there were clothes laying around the room. Did you purposely neglect your work today just to give me a reason to spank you?”

“No, Master, I didn’t,” she said in a voice so low I almost didn’t hear it.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I began to spank her lower on the tender backs of her thighs. I knew that this would sting a bit more. A low moan escaped her lips and I felt my cock throb at her response.

“Stand up and remove your t-shirt. I want to use those tits of yours as well,” I said to her. She got up off my lap and removed her shirt. She now stood before me completely naked. My God what a beautiful creature she was! At five foot six inches tall and a very admirable 36D-25-36 with long brown hair, she was a work of art. I couldn’t help but pause for a moment just to admire the woman who has given herself to me so completely.

“Go fetch me the ping pong paddle and the clover nipple clamps, pet,” I said, once I was able to focus again.

“I don’t want to,” she said in a pouting voice, “That paddle hurts and you know I don’t like the nipple clamps.”

Of course I knew both of these to be outright lies – she loved to have them both used on her. But I knew what she was doing. She wanted more and she wanted it harder. Fine by me!

“So now we are being disobedient are we, pet? You know I have never stood for that!” I said.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I gave her four harder swats to her now well-pinked ass. She began to kick up a leg in protest although she wasn’t yet squirming ... something I was about to remedy.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! an additional four hard swats brought her back to her senses.

“Ohhh!” she moaned. I helped her off my lap and onto the floor on all fours. She stayed there as I stood up myself.

“Give me your hair,” I commanded and she pulled her hair back twisting it into a loose ponytail and handed me the end. I often used her long brown hair as a “leash” when walking her on all fours. She knew what to do. I began walking briskly and she crawled as fast as she could to try to keep up. I walked my pet down the hallway to our bedroom where the “toybox” was kept. There I opened the box and took out the paddle and clover clamps that I had told her to get.