I've had a *flighty* weekend, and my husband wants to remind me that I am not, in fact, the queen of the world, however much I might feel like it. So he plans to take my sense of control away from me and bring me back down to earth. He finds me waiting, on hands and knees on the bed as he ordered. He *hadn't* ordered me to put out a butt plug too, but I was hoping he'd incorporate it into the 'punishment' so I thought he maybe wouldn't mind my topping a little from the bottom. And he was happy to oblige; inserting the steel plug before beginning to spank me. The butt plug intensifies the sensations of the spanking, and I'm soon very turned on and ready for the punishment to be over and the sex to begin! But Hywel is of the opinion that I'm still being far too self-important and bumptious about the whole thing, and that I need to learn that I'm not in charge of when the punishment stops. He ties me to the bed and applies a suede flogger directly to my pussy, before embarking on giving me a series of imposed/denied/controlled orgasms until I'm so overwhelmed and confused that I cease to make any kind of sense at all!