As you kneel in front of me, bound and blindfolded, you fear the worst. That I have found out about your recent behaviour...(seeing another DOM, WITHOUT telling me first [since you are NOT collared, this is all I ask], and I've caught you masturbating......AGAIN!)
...not to mention the fact that you just had an orgasm without my permission.
"You are a BAD GIRL!!!...Lying to me and cumming WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!!...YOU SLUT CUNT!!!"
What gives me the right to say this to you, you wonder.....Oh yeah, it's because you wanted to be my slave. You didn't plan on falling in love with me, you just wanted to fulfill some submissive fantasies...have your cake and eat it too...and not really be accountable for any of your churlish behaviour. Your time has finally come...you WILL pay for your shallow selfishness!
"This IS NOT GOOD! You have broken a solemn rule...Bad for me, bad for you", I say in dismay. "Bad for your tender white buttocks. Along with a serious talk and scolding there will have to be a series of corporal type punishments, administered one right after the other. You will NOT have time to let the pain from one subside before the other begins. This time I will not afford you the luxury of choosing the method or position of your punishment, nor, since there will be several methods used, let you choose which punishment will come last, like I have in the past. I usually like for you to choose some of your own torment, but NOT this time Deary; this has been a serious offense. I had plans for your tremedous orgasm and you wasted it in haste...now you MUST PAY with your ass! Are you READY?" I inquire very sternly and before I give you a chance to answer I add, "You had better answer, YES SIR, I am VERY ready for SERIOUS punishment, please punish me right NOW!" Of course you answer just as I have told you to except that your voice breaks a little because your mouth has gone completely dry with fear, anticipation, and overwhelming excitement.
"Good girl", I reply, pleased with your effort. "Now let's get right to it"! I take off your blindfold, untie you and tell you to quickly put on your TOO short(punishment) skirt, white lacey anklets, and the five inch red high heels with ankle straps. You pull them out of the cedar hope chest at the foot of the bed. (You keep them there now since the one time I told you to put on your punishment dress and you couldn't find it...so I DOUBLED your punishment in front of an air-conditioner in the basement. Now you keep your punishment dress clean, pressed and ALWAYS ready) Your heart is racing with your mind as you quickly dress.
I order you to stand in the middle of the bedroom with your legs spread shoulder width apart with your hands on your knees, back arched, and head up. The red plaid skirt is SO short that most of your lovely round ass is sticking out from under the pleated hem. I move the freestanding full length mirror and a studio light close in front of you, and swivel them so all you can see is your face, the ceiling and between your legs to your knees. "Alright young lady, instead of marching you down to the basement, blindfolding you, tying you over the spanking bench and putting rubber cock pacifier in your mouth so I won't have to hear you scream and plead for your hide, I am going to leave you unbound so you can watch yourself very closely for the first two punishments. I warn you... do NOT move unless I allow you. You may petition me for time-out to rub your welts, make all the noise and comment all you wish this one time, so I would take advantage of it if I were you. I will enjoy hearing what you have to say about your serious punishment; keep in mind this is not foreplay, or a fun session, this is TRUELY punishment and will NOT be fun. I want no eye contact with me, no eyes closed, just a fixed stare at your own face; DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I say with certain authority. You reply correctly, "Yes SIR, I understand completely." You say in a consiliatory tone.
"Sir" you say, staring at your lips moving. "Yes love" I reply. "I just want to say I'm sorry for lying to you and cumming without your permission; I just couldn't help it." You say, feeling awkward at talking to yourself in the mirror. No reply from me as you hear the swooshing of what you believe to be the very slender four foot dresage training whip that I have used as a prop for some Dominatrix paintings, but NEVER on you. Oh my God, you think as you stare at yourself licking your now dry and quivering lips with the precious little moisture left on your tongue. You begin to think the worst...am I really going to whip you without the benifit of a good OTK spanking or any kind of warm up? I have ALWAYS slowly but deliberately warmed your bottom in different ways before using any kind of stiff implement. Even on the rare occassion when I did use one, you always sensed that I couldn't really hurt you and I never did...before. *Swoosh*, *swoosh*, *swoosh*, you hear in rapid succession. Your heart is pounding in your chest, you feel sweat on your face and breasts, and you wonder if the light is making you hot, or is it the fear that is racing around in your mind.
You notice that your knees are shaking now, as you look slightly downward and see your thighs shaking in the mirror. Your anticipation has turned from simple dread to real fear. You feel your nose begin to run just a little and see your eyes welling up with tears at the same time, as you watch yourself in the mirror.
You jump at the sound of my voice saying calmly in your ear, "I know you're sorry for ruining the fun time on the bed...being selfish and just letting go with an orgasm I wanted you to save for me. Just like the time you couldn't find your punishment outfit after deliberately crossing me so you could have your way and get a fun spanking...I spend a lot of time and heartfelt energy in giving you a more than satisfactory, as well as interesting sex life,...much more than any of your girlfriends even dream of! Of course you know that I love you and feel you deserve absolutley everything I can give you and more, but....I feel taken advantage of when you become selfish and just want to cum without me and USE ME! Now...in THAT light, don't you think I OWE you serious punishment? Don't you DESERVE REAL punishment?"
You can detect real anger beginning to show in my voice. Before you can answer, I continue in my agitated tone, "Talk to me, TELL me if you think I'm being unfair. Do you really think I am ENJOYING this? Baby, you're breaking my heart and I want to correct you before it goes too far." Tears roll down your cheeks as you tell me how much you appreciate the love, sex, honesty, we share. You look down for a moment to see the tearsdrops on the mirror beneath you. I order you to "Look up, and see the pain you have caused...and don't wipe your eyes!". "Ok baby." You say, "You're right, I've been selfish lately...Please punish me now and get it over with...I'm ready...I understand now" "Alright darling," I reply "And since you have already come to understand what I am doing, I will not start with the training whip. I'll begin with the wooden handled, oval shaped leather paddle, OK?" "Ok" you say lovingly, sniffing your tears back.
I raise up from talking into your left ear and proceed to give you twenty good, hard, fast *whacks* to only your left cheek. Somewhere around six you start to let out a yelp with everyone, and say, (enjoying our conversation AND the fact that I have given you the latitude to say what you want about the punishment) "Shit baby, that
HURTS! OWWEE!" I tell you, "You can shake your ass from side to side but DO NOT take your hands off your knees!" "Okay, okay!" You say, slightly disgusted with yourself for your situation, but beginning to enjoy it a little. A welcome change from the terror and tears you had only minutes before. All of a sudden, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, on the right cheek of your ass. "Jesus!" You scream, "Fucking OUCH!... GOD!" "Now your're getting it" I say jokingly. "NOT FUNNY!" You retort.
I give you forty more whacks, alternating cheeks at a slower but VERY regular tempo.
Again, by the sixth stroke you are yelling and cussing and wiggling your ass all over but NEVER lose your stance or take your hands off your kness. You roll your back and clench your ass as you clench your teeth and hiss before gasping for breath and shouting about how you hate your punishment. When I finally stop, you relax a little and sigh and say "God baby, I'm sorry. I love you, please stop now" You detect a "Hmmmmmm" from my closed mouth as you hear me walk toward the implement closet.
"Sorry love" I say joyfully, "It's time for a long hard whipping with the dresage whip. After all... you deserve it! So get prepared!"
To be continued... ©1998 Sir Duke
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