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Punishment
i was kneeling atYour feet. my knees under the center of my body, both arms extended outward to Your feet, palms pressed down on the cold floor, forehead lying between them. Your feet are straddled over my head, under each foot is soft blonde hair that has fallen on the floor. i can feel Your feet slowly move outward, the gentle pain of my hair being pulled, and i whimper softly as i grab Your ankles, clinging. i can hear Your strong, angered voice. "kristyn, what did You do to dishonor Me?" Barely choking out the words, i speak in a tone so quiet, only You can hear as the disappointment i feel from You filling my body. "this girl has brought You dishonor by building walls last night and not talking openly with You about my feelings, by purposely defying You by taking her cuffs and leash off when given a specific order to wear them while i slept on the floor." i cringed as i said the words, pressing my forehead harder on the floor as if to self punish myself. i could hear You holding the crop in Your hands, spinning the shaft and tapping the end on Your hand. The soft smack of the end sends shivers throughout my body as visions from past punishment flash through my mind.
Almost lost in my own disappointment of myself, i hear Your voice once again, stronger and more powerful then before, a determined feeling in it. "Get on the bed, slave." i rose up quickly, feeling the blood rush from my head, almost feeling like passingout, still unwavering, i climb onto the bed resuming the position i was in at Your feet. Silence. The room was completely motionless, only my body kneeling there trembled hard, anticipating the punishment i was about to receive. The thoughts of why i had been so disobedient running through my head, regret filling each crevice of my being. my fingers tighten into small fists, taking a handful of the sheets with them. Then it happens, a vicious sting of pain fills first my left ass cheek, then travels through my body. Without a sound, You have taken me off guard though i knew it was coming. The bite of the crop landing at exact points of my body, the tears piling up in my eyes as I feel each spot ache from the after effect, the burning almost too much to handle. Right ass cheek, then left again, inner right thigh, then left, the small of my back, outer thighs, then back to the right ass cheek again. All of them shocking to my mind and body. My soul blazing with disgrace, the tears rolling quickly down my cheeks, soaking the bed where my head lays.
A shuffle of Your feet and through the pain, i try to recognize where You are, but i am unable to pinpoint it. Brutally, several strands of leather fall across my bare back, the sensation causes a loud cry from my lips and i bite them as to not let it happen again. Another crash of the fierce strands land across my inner thighs, wrapping around to the tops of them, the harshness leaving firery stings. Then again, they land on my ass, this time relentlessly hard, and somewhere i was disoriented from the pain, unable to keep up with the number of lashes.
Silence again. And a soft cool hand, normally would have been warm, but because of the heat from the prior lashes, it felt chilly and soothing. i gently cried as i felt You caress my wounds tenderly, knowing that You were empathetic and caring. i could feel the shame flowing from my body, my release as i assumed Your closure. Your voice once again filled my ears, “kristyn, kiss My tools, show them Your thankfulness at the end of my hands.” i maneuvered my exhausted body over to the edge of the bed where You stood, leaning forward to Your outstretched hands, i tenderly kisses the crop that You held to me. As You switched Your equipment, i closed my swollen eyes, allowing my sense of smell to guide me towards my next kiss. Quickly, i found the scent of the leather flogger and kissed Her softly with parted lips. i heard You drop both things on the floor, and my eyes opened immediately, catching Yours and then lowering them promptly. *on the floor, girl,” i obeyed at once and dropped to the floor at Your feet, kneeling the same way i had started only a while ago. Not daring to look You in the eyes, i knew what You demanded, and i leaned to Your feet, clenching Your ankles with my hands, holding tightly. i kiss each of Your feet ever so gently, with the utmost of care and love. Then softly I spoke to You, "Master, this girl thanks You for caring and loving her enough to punish her, for molding her into the slave You know she is deep within her soul, please forgive her Master."
my words are met with a,"you are forgiven, kristyn," and then a serene, "Come." Slowly, with caution, I climbed into Your lap, feeling Your hands on my sides helping me up. They move up into my hair, and You affectionately caress each wisp. Clinging to You i say faintly, "this girl loves You, Master." You reply, "Your Master loves You, My girl." |