It came without warning. Though hindsight proved it came deserved.

Her arm shot up and snagged the ring on my collar. She pulled me across her lap as if I weighed nothing. I threw my arms out as I flailed forward. Mistress grabbed them and pinned them to the small of my back.

I squirmed until. Whack!

Her hand felt like iron. I knew my love was strong, fit, an athlete. But we had never fought or wrestled. I was shocked at the power of her.

Whack! The other cheek exploded in stinging pain.

Whack, whack, whack. A steady rhythm of staccato slaps of bare hand on my latex clad derrière. The thin layer of rubber offered no protection as my owner alternated between cheeks.

The heat grew. The pain spread, radiated, intensified.

"You. Do. Not. Get. To. Do. That. Any. More," each word punctuated by another blow to my posterior. "You. Have. Lost. The. Right. You. Do. Not. Sulk. You. Do. Not. Pout. Like. A spoilt. Child."

I started to cry. Not from the pain but from shame. She was right. I had let her down.

"You. Wanted. To be. A slave. No. Safe. Word. You. Said. Well. Suck. It. Up. Slave."

Mistress stopped talking but kept spanking. I thrashed and flailed my legs. But her vice-like grip pinned my wrists to my back and my stomach to her lap. Machine-like Mistress spanked me raw. My sobs of shame came in ragged heaves.

Then it stopped. But I was not released. Her hand rested on my burning cheek. The heat was almost unbearable.

"Slave, you asked for this. You didn't beg, you nigh on demanded. You stood in front of me and refused the idea of a safe word. You said it had to be real. You said I own you. That you are my property. The end. Well, slave you don't get to be a slave and behave like that. If you don't like something. Tough. This is not a democracy or a committee or even a partnership. This is me owning you. You want to be a thing and not a person. That's fine by me. Well, things don't get to express their opinions unasked. Things don't sulk when they don't get their way and things get spanked if they try. Apologise."

Snot trailed hanging from my nose. My vision blurred by tears. My throat sore from crying and screaming. But my apology was instant and heartfelt.

"Mistress I am so, so sorry. I do want to be your slave. I forgot myself is all. I promise to try harder in future. Please forgive me."

"Get to your cage. I'll think on it."

I almost ran in five-inch heels. I dove into my cage and curled foetus-like sobbing at my failure. Emotionally crushed that I had ruined something that had started so beautifully.

Ten minutes later Mistress approached my cage, "Jillian?"

I uncurled and knelt within knees spread wide and wrists crossed behind and held to my back. Assuming a pose she had never taught me hoping it would please her.

"Mistress?"

"Jill you are going to make mistakes. So am I. We are both only human."

"Yes, Mistress."

"So having spanked you I then look it up. I'm not the expert you are but many sites feel I should practice some aftercare now."

"I don't need any, Mistress. We're not doing a scene."

"Yes, Miss I-am-a-real-slave, but I still love you. You understand your mistake?"

"Yes, Mistress. I was not crying from the pain. I was devastated I let you down. Uhh, Mistress, I love you too."

"Good to hear," Mistress threaded a padlock through the latch of the cage and squeezed it shut. "You can have some alone time now to think about your lesson. I'll see you in a few hours."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Good girl."

Wow! Those words. Then. After that. "Good girl" my heart soared.