sometimes our sex lives take a back seat to work problems, family pressures, and running the household. When we started to see the

strain this lack of intimacy was putting on our relationship, we decided to do something about it. We figured if we scheduled it in,

just like we do all of the other mandatory activities in our week, then it would be sure to happen. Thus, we started Friday Ass-

Fucking Night.

Now, to see the import of this, you must understand that I'm not really that big of a fan of getting my ass fucked. Yes, I'll do it,

and yes, if you play with my clit at the same time, I will cum. But I find it to be generally uncomfortable and a lot of extra work

when my pussy is fully up for the challenge. So, this Ass-Fucking night was about more than just the sex; Ass-Fucking night was about

my submission to Sir.

For some time now, we have had regular anal discipline. For us, that means that for half an hour to an hour each night I would wear a

butt plug while I cooked or cleaned or walked the dog, or whatever. He would let me know which one it would be and how long I had to

wear it for each night after work. Occasionaly, if he chose the very small one, he would have me sleep overnight with it in. This is

just a natural part of our routines- like him laying out on the bed each morning what underwear (if any) he would like me to wear

that day. Because of the anal discipline, my ass wasn't completely unprepared for the first night of what I was sure would become a

long-standing tradition.

Still, I was nervous. Sir had instructed me that as soon as I came home I was to strip and do an enema. Then I was to put the medium

butt plug in and walk the dog for an hour. Once I returned, I was to take the butt plug out and clean myself thoroughly but not lube

up (which I found to be a little strange). After that, I was to go to the bed and on my hands and knees attach the ankle cuffs so

that each of my ankles were touching the outside of the bottom bed posts. Once there, I was to start playing with my clit but not

bring myself to orgasm. The timing worked out so that I had just started playing with myself when he walked in the door. He came up

and checked on me, and left to go finish getting ready.

I heard him get in the shower and exiting, head to the fridge, I assumed to pick up a beer. I hear some rattling from the silverwear

drawer, probably looking for the top opener. But I don't hear that distinctive rush of air. Instead I hear the water turn on and the

sound of something being rinsed. Sir finally walks in, and places in front of my face a butt plug made of ginger. It smells amazing.

Really, they could make it into a fragrance and it would be all the rage.

"Are you focused?" Of course not, I want to say, but I know better. I know he knows I was off on one of my mental tangents, but I see

no reason to bring it up.

"I'm focused on the scent Sir. May I ask what is that?" Good job. I was respectful and managed not to lie about what I was thinking,

which is a good thing since I'm a horrible liar.

"It's called Ginger and it won't be the smell that you'll be focused on for very long. Tonight is the first of your Friday Ass-

Fucking Nights. I want you to be very focused on your asshole throughout this entire discipline session. Do you understand Heather?"

"Yes Sir. I am to be totally focused on my asshole until you instruct otherwise." I find it's generally best when I'm repeating

instructions to clarify the ending. How am I to know the discipline session has ended? I won't unless he tells me. I think I've

cleared up any possible misunderstanding that could lead to a punishment.

"Good. To aid you in that endeavor, I've made you this present. You'll have it in for 25 minutes, after which I will lube you up and

take your ass. For the position you will hold I want your ass up as high as possible and I want you to bend so that your nipples just

touch the bed spread. Face forward and staring at the headboard. But first spread your cheeks for me darlin."

Immediate compliance is generally the best bet and has never served me poorly before. So I lean forward, rest my chest on the bed

turning my face to him and grab a good amount of each cheek and pull taught. Not so tight that movement is painful, but enough so

that I'm fully visible and accessible to Sir. With a little bit of spit, sir eases the veggie-plug into me. I don't notice anything,

so maybe it's an arbitrary thing, such as which plug to wear and for how long?

"Get into position! You will be clenching your butt for me for 60 seconds at a time, followed by 30 seconds of rest. I have the stop

watch and will let you know when to switch. You'll have one warning if I feel you aren't clenching hard enough. After that, there

will be additional repercussions. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir. Um, sir, it's starting to get a little warm and tingly?"

"Perfect, that means it's working. Begin clenching now."

The first 60 seconds just had a slight increase in that pleasurable warmth. This really isn't bad at all. I wonder why Sir would

think I wouldn't clench appropriately? The second 60 seconds showed that the we hadn't reached the plateau yet, and it might still

get more intense! By the fifth clench, there was no doubt in my mind- this fucking hurt! My ass was on fire. If I could play with my

clit a little, it would completely distract me and I'd be able to handle it no problem. But that was Sir's intent- to make me aware

of nothing but my poor asshole!

Somewhere around my fifteenth minute of clenching Sir gave me my first warning. But how could I keep clenching? My butt was tired and

every time I clenched it just made the ginger burn that much more intensely! The next minute, he said calmly, "You've earned an

infraction." That calmly is never good. That calmly means I am going to hate my punishment. I quickly earned another 6 infractions,

but luckily we were at the end of 25 minutes and the burning was really easing immensely. But still, I was very grateful when Sir

removed the plug and left to through it out...but no...there was more running water. He wasn't expecting me to do it again, was he?

Please no!

But thankfully he was just washing his hands. He returned with a big bottle of lube that went a long ways towards soothing my ass. He

rubbed it all around the outside and probed me with his finger, adding a second quickly. After a bit more lube and the third finger

added, he wiped his hands off on a towel and positioned himself behind me.

"Spread your cheeks for me again baby." I did.

"Tell me why you are getting your ass fucked."

"Because it is Friday Ass Fucking Night and it's part of my discipline regimen and it helps me grow in my submission to you, Sir."

"Any other reason?"

"Because you want to, Sir?"

"Ha ha! Damn right I want to. And I have every right to. But still. Ask."

"Please Sir, will you fuck my asshole with your cock?"

"Okay, I will. Just for you. I want you to try to hold as still as you can. It may be easier to tie you up to prevent you from trying

to control this, but I think it's more important that you try to exercise some self-control."

Then Sir started to ease his cock into me. I was so horny after the ginger, I just could've cried with how much I wanted that cock in

my pussy. But, I had to do as Sir said, so I stayed as still as possible until Sir was buried up to the hilt. After a few

experimental thrusts, he started fucking fast, hard, and deep. It was practically impossible not react. It didn't feel good per say,

but it sure made me even more aroused. Before I knew it, I was participating as well. As soon as Sir was sure he'd catch me, he

stopped moving. Tricky cheat! But alas, another infraction. By the time Sir was done using my hole I had gained an additional 2

infractions, bringing my total roundly up to 10.

When discussing our new routine, Sir had explained to me that I wouldn't be allowed to cum until I had completed my service to him

and all of my infractions were paid up. So even though I found it nearly impossible to control, I managed to prevent myself from

removing my hands from my ass and bringing myself quickly to release. After looking at me laying there for a few minutes he leaves

without saying a word. I know better than to move a muscle, but I desperately want to know what is going on.

Infractions are usually dealt with by spankings, because it's easier to quantify that. When I see him return with a thin belt, I'm

not surprised.

"You will receive ten." That is a surprise- only one per offense? How did I get off so lightly? "Do not move your hands." Oh, that's

how. Man, my hands will be smarting tomorrow.

But to my astonishment, my hands come away scott free from the first blow. Unfortunately, my asshole did not. In fact, I was so

shocked, I let go of my cheeks. Bad move.

"Replace your hands please. That stroke doesn't apply. We begin again if you drop your hands again. Count aloud."

One. Two. Three. Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. I have no idea what I'm saying. All I can think about is my poor, abused asshole.
Ten. Yes, I know that one! That's a good number. Ten, THANK YOU SIR!

He places the belt in our closet, and returns to me. By now, I'm so ready to orgasm, I'm willing to do anything needed. He puts in a

large butt plug (I was pretty stretched out until the belting) and tells me to start on my clit. He's counting down from 60. I better

come on "Now" and only "Now" or I won't like next session. I'm so grateful, I'm on that like nobody ever has before. When he reaches

two, one, now...I'm flying high. Coming back down to earth is a sorry affair.

My asshole hurts. I know it sounds trite to say, but it does. I can guarantee you I'll be thinking about this all day tomorrow.

"Clean up and come to bed."

I quickly unfasten my ankles (thank goodness these were there), clean myself up, and snuggle under the covers with Sir.

"Thank you Sir," I lean over and whisper to him, "I had no idea how much I needed that. I'm looking forward to next week."

"Your welcome love. So am I. And in a month or so, maybe we'll add a second night to our schedule. Any ideas?"