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The TV clicked off as the closing credits started to roll. Nora looked back at Master, who held the remote, as he always did when they were watching together. Nora was nude, lounging lazily on the plush rug in front of Master's easy chair, her head supported by two enormous pillows. They had a couch, but Master preferred Nora to be on display for him when they were alone together, and the rug had a thick padding under it and felt luxuriously soft against her skin. Sometimes she sat upright and leaned against his legs, and occasionally, she sat in his lap, but more often than not, she took her place on the rug. Nora spoke, "Thank you, Master." "You're welcome, Nora. I think I'd like to pick the next show." "Of course, Master. But you turned the TV off." She rolled over as she said this, so that she was facing him. She was laying on her left side, and she deftly placed her right leg in front of the left one, slyly using her thigh to shield her feminine treasures. She knew exactly what sort of show he wanted to watch. "The show I want isn't on television, almanbahis Nora..." Nora blushed and squeezed her thighs together briefly. He continued, "I am going to give you challenge, Nora." As he said this, he got out his phone and tapped on it a couple of times. After he did, he showed it to her. The display was dominated by "5:00" in large numbers. He continued, "This is a 5 minute timer. I want you to come in 5 minutes. Exactly 5 minutes - no earlier, no later. Every 5 seconds early or late will earn you two strokes of the cane. More than 30 seconds off either way and you get 12 with the paddle." She shuddered and a pit opened up in her stomach. She bit her lower lip. Her mind raced. Part of her wondered how he expected her to pull this off, but then she thought of how often she had asked his permission to come and he had made her wait. But that didn't always work. She thought about 12 strokes with the paddle and how much that would hurt... But then, to avoid that, she just had to come anywhere in a one minute window. He saw her almanbahis yeni giriş processing all of this and broke into her contemplation with, "Do you understand, Nora?" She gulped and nodded, "Yes, Sir." "Very good, Nora. Begin." He tapped the phone once more as he said this and the display changed to "4:59" and continued counting. Nora quickly rearranged herself on the rug. She lay face-down facing in the direction of Master's right side so she could see the clock easily. She quickly wadded up one of the pillows as best as she could and hiked her crotch up slightly and put the pillow under her tummy. She spread her legs and brought her hands around the pillow to her pussy. She glanced at Master. He raised an eyebrow, but did nothing else. She shifted her glance to the clock. 4:22, :21, :20... She began by placing one hand over the whole of her pubic mound and slowly rubbed. She was very wet already, as she frequently was when she was nude for him. She closed her eyes and tried to come up with a fantasy. But the back of her mind almanbahis giriş would not let go of the urgency of the situation, making it difficult. Her mind began to paint a picture of her 4 minutes in the future. Laying on her stomach, panting at the end of her orgasm, looking back at him holding his phone, showing 0:15 in red... fifteen seconds late. She imagined him standing up and saying, "Fifteen seconds, that's six with the cane. Stand up." Her imaginary self felt the butterflies in her stomach in anticipation of the caning she was just about to get. But in the real world, the tingling in her pussy was starting to intensify, making her clench. She looked up at the clock. 3:42, :41, :40... Distantly, a small intellectual corner of her mind was coaching her, and it figured she was right on schedule. She closed her eyes and the fantasy took center stage again. Master had briefly gone to the back of the house and returned with a cane. She was standing in the middle of the room. He spoke, "Now, kneel on my chair, fold your arms on the top of the back." She took up her position, placing her knees as far apart as the chair would allow without his asking. "Very good, Nora. You're learning. Now, stick your ass out."As she did this, her head moved down to the back of the chair.