When we got out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and began drying

myself. Carrie stood in the Waiting Pose. I told her to go tell Philip

we would like lunch as soon as possible. She paused, wanting to ask if

she could dry off and get dressed first, but then she shook her head and

left to obey my command.

Walking out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I saw her standing in

the Waiting Pose in the center of the bedroom. She told me lunch would

be ready in 15 minutes. I tossed her the wet towel and told her to dry

off and get dressed. She asked me what she should wear, and I told her

to surprise me. While she was drying off, I told her I was tired of the

bullshit, the only thing that had changed was that I was spanking her,

which she said she enjoyed. Why had that changed our relationship, and

shouldn't we stop the spankings and go back to the way things were

yesterday?

She stopped towelling, and met my gaze. "It's not your fault, Master,"

she said, "I don't know why I'm handling this so poorly. Please give me

one more day, and I swear I will be back to normal."

"I think we should stop the spankings, Carrie," I said. "We had a

relaxed, easy relationship, and now there's only tension. It sucks."

I think she was going to drop to her knees, but then she realized that

would only make things worse. She walked up to me and hooked an arm

around my neck. Looking into my eyes, she said, "Listen, if you want to

punish me for the stupid way I'm behaving, stopping the spankings is the

perfect punishment. But I'm asking you not to do that."

"That's the Carrie I want with me," I said. "Are you back, or just

visiting?"

"I'm going to have trouble after your spankings for a while, Master.

Until I can get my shit together, would you consider just spanking me

without making me participate by counting, and then give me a little

while to recover after each spanking?"

I put my arms around her and kissed her. She eagerly returned my kiss.

"Done," I said. "We'll do it that way until this time tomorrow."

She smiled at me, then kissed me hard. "Thank you, Master," she said.

I steered her to her dresser and combed out her damp hair, then went

with her to the closet while we picked out her clothes together. After I

dressed her in a skirt and blouse, I kissed her and told her she was my

woman and would always be my woman. "That's what I want, Master," she

said.

As we walked to the dining room, I pulled up the back of her skirt and

carressed her ass. she looked over at me and smiled. She asked me what

we would do after lunch. I said we would continue her bridle training,

going farther today than yesterday. I stopped her and turned her to face

me, then told her she would receive another spanking while we were

outside and while she was blindfolded and had earplugs inserted. A faint

smile came to her lips, and she said, "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

I then told her she needed to decide if the spanking stop would be

before or after the fucking stop. Without hesitation, she said she

wanted a fucking stop, a spanking stop, and then another fucking stop. I

told her that's what we would do, then kissed her.

We made smalltalk during lunch. I think both of us were sick of talking

about the whole spanking thing. It was very perplexing that something we

both said we wanted was causing such a problem. I resolved that the

problem would be gone this time tomorrow, one way or another.

After lunch I took Carrie to the bathroom for an enema and to outfit her

for bridle training. While she sat on the toilet waiting for permission

to relieve herself, I told her to carress her breasts for a minute. Then

I had her squeeze her nipples and roll them between her fingers. I asked

her if they were too tender to use dental floss, or if we should use the

nipple clips again. She said we should use floss, but take the clips

with us in case she got really sore. I told her that was a fine

suggestion, and a good indication that she was rejoining the

partnership. She lowered her eyes and thanked me for my patience. I told

her to look up at me, then kissed her and told her I loved her. That got

a smile and a "Me too."

I told her we wouldn't be using her clit for start/stop control, because

it would interfere with our fucking. She would have to interpret tugs on

both nipples as start/stop commands. She didn't think that would be a

problem.

I left her on the toilet while I rounded up our gear, a blanket and

canteen. Putting them by our exit door, I returned to Carrie and had her

relieve herself. After she used the bidet and I dried her, I watched as

she applied the dental floss. She didn't tie the floss as tight as she

had done the last time, which was the source of her previous problems. I

covered her with sun block, then attached long strings to the floss and

positioned the strings across the top of her shoulders. All she needed

was the blindfold and earplugs, and we were ready to start.

As I steered her out of the bathroom, she asked about shoes and socks.

With her earplugs in, she didn't hear my "D'oh!" but she was grinning

after I pulled her to a stop. Not so godlike afterall, I guess.

After sitting her on the bed, putting socks and walking shoes on her,

clipping her wrists together, and attaching them to the belt behind her

back, I steered her to the exit door. She was doing fine, we made it

through the house without hitting anything. Stopped at the door, I put

the canteen over my shoulder, put the blanket in her hands, opened the

door, and we were on our way.

To make sure she wouldn't try to follow a memorized path, I took her all

the way around the house once, then put her on the path to our favorite

fuck stops. She was being careful and methodical, slowing her pace

whenever the terrain changed and speeding up when she was on smooth

level ground. We made it to the first stop in about twenty minutes, with

only a few stumbles and no falls.

I had decided we would do nothing at this stop, just rest in the sun for

awhile. I was sure she expected this to be the first fuck stop, but I

wanted to delay and increase her anticipation. When I stopped her to

spread the blanket, she immediately assumed the Waiting Pose. I led her

onto the blanket and pushed down on her shoulders. She dropped onto her

knees and assumed the Instructional Pose. I bent down and gave her a

kiss, which she hungrily returned, then I released her hands. She

immediately put her hands, palms up, on her thighs. I stretched out on

the blanket in front of her and watched her, something I never get tired

of doing.

After a few minutes, she figured out that nothing important was going to

happen here, and I could see her body relax slightly. She knew me too

well, it was difficult to do anything she couldn't take in stride.

Except spanking, of course. Maybe it was time to throw her a curve.

I got up and moved behind her, then helped her to her feet. I gently

forced her down into a sitting position rather than kneeling, then moved

in front of her and sat close to her, so our knees were touching. I

couldn't see her eyes behind the blindfold, but her expressive mouth

indicated surprise and anticipation.

I pulled her toward me and positioned her legs over mine and behind my

back. She was smiling now. She was close enough that I could have put my

dick in her pussy, but instead I began carressing her breasts, and

nipples. She gasped when I touched her nipples, they would be very

sensitive now due to the dental floss tied tightly around each one. I

saw that the floss had loosened, and tightened the knot on each nipple.

That got more gasps and short, rapid breathing for a few seconds. When

she had returned to normal I resumed carressing the breasts, being very

careful of the nipples but not avoiding contact with them.

Her hands were resting on her thighs. I took her right hand, kissed it,

then placed it over her right breast. When I let go, she began

carressing her right breast, trying to mimic what I was doing to her

left breast.

After several minutes, I took her left hand in mine, kissed it, and put

it on her left breast. She was now working on both of her breasts and I

was watching. I could see that her pussy was wet, and she had begun

breathing faster. She was smiling. I just watched her for a minute, then

I began gently teasing her pussy. As soon as I first entered her pussy

with my fingers, she began breathing in short gasps. I wished I had told

her she was free to cum all she wanted, but I didn't want to disrupt the

rhythm by removing an earplug to tell her. I decided to trust that she

would cum if she wanted to.

Taking her right hand away from her breast, I kissed it again, then put

it on her pussy. She immediately took over the downstairs operation, and

I began carressing her right breast again. We were close enough that I

could lean forward and kiss her, which I did. She immediately put both

arms around my neck and began kissing me hungrily and passionately. We

kissed hard for perhaps a minute, then I gently pulled her arms away

from me and put them back where I wanted them. She resumed carressing

her breast and masturbating.

After a few more minutes, I concluded she would have come by now if she

was going to. I wanted her to, but I couldn't figure out how to let her

know that. Finally I reached out and wrote "CUM" on her chest with my

finger. She cocked her head to one side, and I repeated the message with

my finger, very slowly. She smiled and came. After a minute I sent the

message again, and she came again.

When she had come down from her orgasm, I gently took her hands away

from her breast and pussy, and kissed them. I cleaned her right hand

with my mouth, then reached over and kissed her. She again locked her

arms around my neck and kissed me hard. This time I let her decide how

long we kissed, which was a long time. When she finally broke the kiss

she told me she loved me. I gently pressed her lips together with my

fingers, telling her to keep silent. She nodded her head.

We both drank from the canteen, then I tightened her floss again,

getting more gasps of pain. I hoped it was mild pain. Her nipples didn't

seem to be in bad shape, although it was difficult to judge their true

color after her dye job. I decided to trust that she would let me know

if she wanted to switch to the clips, although I knew she couldn't be

entirely trusted to avoid excess pain.

I got Carrie to her feet and clipped her wrists together behind her

back, then folded the blanket and put it in her hands, and kissed her.

Positioning her reins over her shoulders, I began guiding her to the

next stop. The terrain was a little more rugged here, and she was going

faster than she should. She fell pretty hard, but again she remembered

to turn to her side. After helping her up, I checked her for cuts or

scrapes, and didn't see anything. Impulsively, I decided that punishment

was due, so I gave her a very hard open-handed swat across her ass.

If I had thought first, I wouldn't have swatted her, considering the

problems she was having with spankings. She bowed her head, and I was

afraid she was going to lose it. I took her by both shoulders and shook

her mildly, then I put my hand under her chin and raised her head. I

lightly touched my lips to hers in a gentle kiss. She tried to press her

lips to mine in another hungry kiss, but I took her shoulders and pushed

her back. After a few seconds I again touched my lips to hers very

lightly, and again she tried to turn it into a passionate kiss. I pushed

her back again, then waited. The third time I kissed her lightly, she

returned the kiss in kind. I let go of her shoulders and we stood with

our bodies in contact, lightly and tenderly kissing for several minutes.

I knew she was Ok then, so I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her

forehead. Then I straighted her reins and we resumed our journey.

She had learned from her punishment, and she was now doing an expert job

of handling varied terrain, but still making good time on smooth

terrain. In no time we arrived at the next stop. After I spread the

blanket, I released her hands, then removed the floss from her nipples.

I massaged them, causing her to gasp, then I began gently rolling them

between my thumb and finger. Soon I took her right hand and put it on

her right breast, and did the same on the left, and she was on autopilot.

I stood back and watched her for perhaps a minute, then I took both her

hands in mine and led her onto the blanket. Sitting her down, I removed

her shoes and socks. I stood her up again, then indicated that I wanted

her to strip me. She didn't have any trouble doing that using the

braille system, but then I put the tube of sun block into her hand. She

realized what it was, and laughed. "Do you really want me to do this

blindfolded, Master?" she asked. Again I gently squeezed her lips

together, then took her hand that held the sun block and placed it on my

chest. She sighed, took the cap off of the tube and handed it to me,

then began.

She didn't get any sun block in my mouth or eyes, and she did pretty

much cover my body. What more could I ask of a deaf and blind slave?

When she finished, I capped the tube and tossed it aside. I gently

pushed her to her knees, then knelt in front of her and began carressing

her breasts and kissing her passionately. Soon I put her on her hands

and knees and moved to the rear. She was very wet, so I plunged my cock

into her pussy for some lubrication. Then I moved to her ass, and

proceeded to give her a hard, long fucking. About a minute into the

process, I spelled out "CUM" on her back with my finger, and we began a

long series of very intense orgasms. It lasted for perhaps a half hour,

then I finally deflated. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled

her up onto her knees. She turned her head around so we could kiss, then

I pulled out of her ass and flopped on the blanket.

I took her hand and pulled her to me, and she immediately started to

locate my cock. She locked onto my dick with her mouth and began

cleaning me off and getting me hard again. By now I knew this was what

she wanted to do, so I just lay back and enjoyed it. She worked on me a

long time before I started coming again, then she matched me on each

orgasm. Finally she stopped, kissed my cock one last time, then sat on

her knees. I grabbed the canteen and gave it to her. She found the edge

of the blanket, went a few feet farther, then thoroughly rinsed out her

mouth. She felt her way back to me and lay down beside me. We held each

other for a long time, occasionally kissing and carressing.

When I felt able, I positioned Carrie on her back with her legs spread,

then proceeded to give her a very long and thorough tongue job and

nipple exam. Then I sprawled out next to her, and started pulling her on

top of me. She knew the drill, so she helped guide my cock into her

pussy, then slid down and raised up on her elbows. I took control of her

nipples, and she lowered her body onto me. I began fucking her with

long, slow strokes. She knew I wanted her to remain still during this

phase. She lay her head on my chest, and I could hear her rapid

breathing, punctuated with happy sighs and occasional gasps.

I was getting very tired, and I think Carrie was, too. She still had her

toughest challenge ahead, so I decided we should move on. I let go of

her nipples and hugged her. she scooted up far enough that we could

share a last passionate kiss, then she stood and I moved her off the

blanket.

After attaching the nipple clips and reins, and clipping her wrists

behind her back, I gave her and myself a drink. I handed her the

blanket, and off we went.

It wasn't far to the next stop, where I was planning to deliver her next

spanking. While we were walking, I was trying to think of a way to get

her out of whatever her problem was without discontinuing the spanking.

Finally I thought I had a way.

At the next stop, I took off her nipple clips and released her wrists.

She was already trembling in anticipation. I spread the blanket,

undressed myself, and then positioned Carrie on her hands and knees. I

spent a minute carressing her ass, so she would be certain that her

spanking was next. I moved up to her head and kissed her on the lips,

and now her trembling was really strong. Moving back to her ass, I

patted her and then gave her ten really hard slaps, alternating on each

cheek of her ass.

After ten blows, I quickly repositioned myself for the next step. Then I

took her right wrist in my hand, and guided her hand until it contacted

my ass. I repeated the motion several times, with more force each time.

Then I let go of her and waited. She thought about if for long moments,

then she started spanking me. She wasn't hitting me nearly hard enough,

so I grabbed her wrist and slammed her palm onto my ass as hard as I

could without the risk of hurting her wrist. I let go and she began

again, this time she was hitting me hard.

I didn't know if she would stop at ten, but she did. I again positioned

myself at her ass, and delivered ten more slaps, as hard as I could. She

was gasping when I finished. I quickly moved back to where she could

spank me, then nudged her. She located my ass by feel, then gave me ten

very hard slaps. When she finished, I knew I was going to be hurting

when we were done. But it would be worth it if this worked for Carrie.

Again I moved back to her ass and gave her ten more blazing slaps on her

ass. Now she was sobbing softly, and I considered removing the

blindfold. But I decided it would stay on for the whole trip. I changed

position again, then nudged Carrie. She hesitated, still sobbing softly.

Finally she struck, and struck hard. It seemed she was hitting me as

hard as I was hitting her, I was amazed at her strength. My eyes began

to water.

We continued alternating until each of us had received the full 100

swats I had promised her. I was crying continuously, Carrie was crying,

sobbing, and gasping for air. When she delivered the final 10 blows to

me, I wanted her to know it was over, so I swung around and kissed her

on the lips. She grabbed me by the shoulders and launched herself at me,

pushing me onto my back. She landed on top of me, found my face again,

and started smothering me in strong, passionate kisses. After a long

time, she put a hand to each side of my face, pulled her head back from

mine, and said, "Carrie's back." I put my arms around her and we held

each other for several minutes.

I gave her a drink and a kiss, then pulled her to her feet. She was

grinning ear-to-ear. I reattached the nipple clips and restrained her

wrists behind her back. After putting the blanket in her hands and

rearranging her reins, I gave her a kiss and then patted her lightly on

her ass. She laughed. I started her off for the final destination, quite

a ways from where we were.

There was only one incident on the final leg. She got careless and fell

again. Once I had helped her up and determined she wasn't hurt, I gave

her another very hard slap across her ass. She took the blow, silently

mouthed "Thank you," and then assumed the Waiting Pose. I repositioned

her reins and started her off. Now I was grinning ear-to-ear.

When we reached the final destination, I removed her reins and nipple

clips, then I took off her blindfold and took out her ear plugs. Her

eyes were still red from all the crying she had done, but she was

beaming at me. We looked at each other silently for a long moment, then

she pressed her body against me and gave me a very long, tender kiss.

"You did it, Carrie," I said, "you made it to all the stops, you did a

fine job, and you've come back to me. I am so proud of you."

"I'm proud of me too, Master," she said. "Now I know I have the strength

and the ability to do anything, to be anything for my Master."

Reaching around her, I unfastened her wrists. I told her to spread the

blanket and assume the Learning Pose, and she quickly obeyed. Sitting in

front of her, I took her hands in mine. We looked at each other for a

long moment, then I asked her how she felt about being spanked hard and

often.

"It still makes me feel totally dominated and submissive, Master," she

replied.

"Does it satisfy your need for pain, is it severe enough to give you

what you need?"

"Yes, Master, I will never need to ask for anything more than frequent

hard spankings. My Master has given me exactly what I need, as usual."

"And how do you feel about your Master right after he has spanked you?"

"Master, this slave loves its Master, Master." As soon as she said that,

we both cracked up. After we had laughed awhile, I asked her seriously

if the whippings would still be incapacitating to her. "No, Master," she

said, "your slave will always provide the whole package for you. I am

your partner, your woman, your wife, and your slave, now and forever."

"If your Master decided you needed another spanking right now, would

that interfere with your ability to sexually please your Master when the

spanking was finished?"

She broke her Pose to get on her hands and knees, and said "Absolutely

not, Master. Please let your Slave prove that to you."

"And if your Master decides to spank you again, what will be the reason

for the spanking?"

"The spanking would be administered for my Master's pleasure, and for

his Slave's pleasure.

"And would the spanking be pleasurable for my Slave, so soon after her

last spanking?"

"Yes, Master, your Slave would find pleasure along with the pain of

another spanking."

I stood, then said, "Stand up, look at me, and tell me what Carrie

wants."

She stood, walked up to me until her body was pressed against mine, met

my gaze, and said, "Listen, your spankings hurt like hell, but they're

what I need. I could use another one right now, if that's what you want

to do. But whether you spank me or not, I was promised a second fuck

stop, and this is it."

I laughed, and told her we would wait until we were back home for her

next spanking, and right now I wanted her to strip me and give me a long

blow job. She immediately began removing my clothes. While she was

stripping me, I asked her how she liked spanking me. She said it hurt

her hand, she didn't know how I could so it so often without it hurting

my hand. "Who said it doesn't hurt?" I said. "But what I want to know is

if you enjoyed spanking me."

"You'll find out during our next role reversal," she said with a smile.

Then she pushed me down and began a devastating blow job.

We had our usual variety of sex, until we were both temporarily

satiated. We drank the last of the water, and I told her it was time to

get home, we got a late start and the sun was getting pretty low. Carrie

asked to put on the reins, blindfold, and earplugs, and be driven home,

but I refused because it was mostly downhill from our last stop to the

house. She agreed that she might not be ready for downhill yet. I got

dressed while Carrie folded the blanket. I realized then that we had not

taken her survival kit, and made a note not to forget that again. We set

off home, with her arm around my waist and my hand roaming over her ass.

Philip had already left for the day. I told Carrie to go put her bonds

in the mural room, then wait for me in the bathroom. When I got there I

told her to use the toilet. I stripped, then played with her breasts

until she was done. We traded places, then took turns on the bidet and

took a quick shower. I told her we would both be naked tonight, and she

she should start dinner. She said she had done it last night. "I believe

you're right, Carrie, what's your point?" I asked. She smiled and set

off for the kitchen.

I came into the kitchen and gave her a kiss on the neck. She turned

around to kiss me, but I pointed to a stool. She walked to the stool,

bent over, and braced her hands on the rim of the stool. "This will just

be a quickie," I told her. "You'll still have two full spankings before

tonight is over."

"Yes, Master," she said quietly. I walked up to her and spanked her as

hard as my sore hands could stand for five minutes. When she stood up,

her tears were flowing freely, but she was not sobbing. She thanked me,

and I gave her a peck on the lips and told her to continue with dinner.

I sat and watched her awhile to make sure she wasn't going to start

acting stupid again, then I opened a bottle of wine and poured each of

us a glass. I offered her a sip, and she met my gaze while she sipped.

Then she smiled and thanked me. I wiped a remaining tear ftom her cheek

with my finger, then kissed her.

I sat and watched Carrie and sipped my wine. It suddenly occurred to me

how happy I was with her, and how much I treasured being here. I began

to feel a little guilty over the spankings. I asked her if her ass was

very sore. She turned around and looked at me. "You're not chickening

out on me, are you?" she asked. I asked her what she meant. "You just

started the spankings, you've spanked the hell out of me today, with

more to come You know they're a positive for me, but you already want to

know if my ass hurts? Of course it hurts. But you promised me a week of

evaluation before we discussed if we would continue. Believe me, if I

get so sore I can't take any more, I'll let you know."

"Jeez," I said, "I think I liked you better when you were kissing my

feet."

She smiled, and said, "Sorry Master, I was out of line." Then she

grinned and asked, "Should I bend over the stool again, Master?" I

laughed and told her not just yet.