First punishment

Before we signed Mistress's slave contract, She very strongly pointed out She regarded orgasm or masturbation without prior permission as a slave's worst offences. I was so happy to be taken in by Her, I was ready to promise more or less anything, and so I did also. So, this fatal morning, before going to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast, - I serviced her in bed to one of Her loud and wonderful climaxes, fighting to restrain both my own orgasm as well as any sign of having sexual pleasures of my own. When She got up, She were looking very relaxed and contented, just smilig at my enormous erection...(just a few days to wait now, slaveboy...if you behave as well as you have done so far...) and went into the shower.

Then came the moment I should always regret. Before signing the slave contract, I used to masturbate twice a day, and I suppose it's understandable I was completely going out of my mind that morning after ten days of orgasm and masturbation denial! When I heard the shower being turned on, I sneaked into the small toilet in the hall, and started masturbating like mad. It was fantastic...I hadn't even touched my genitals since I got collard.....my balls were aching...only a few seconds now....

Then I literally froze..!! - the small mirror in front of me showed Mistress standing in the door-opening, watching me, with such a furious and aggravated look in Her eyes that I immediately not only stopped and dropped everything I (in a manner of speaking) was holding in my hands, but started to shiver and mumble all kinds of silly excuses....

She interrupted my mumblings with a sharp: Into the bedroom!

I followed Her, extremely nervous. I had signed the contract, and agreed to take my punishments when disobedient, but so far nothing of the sort had been carried out. She took the strap from Her wardrobe, and set Herself on the stool by Her dressing table. First She gave me a good scolding, and then put me over Her knee and gave me a few sharp whacks with the strap, which stinged like crazy and made me gasp. There was a pause, then more whacks. This continued for a while, with frequent and humiliating scolding, until my rear end was sore and burning. Then I had to stand up, go and fetch the paddle and put myself on my knees, head on the floor, ass up for the 'proper' spanking to begin.
There was nothing subtle about the use of the paddle from this point onwards. It was not a game. It was harsh and evil punishment, and there were no more pauses. I took my spanking as best I could, promising to be good in future and pleading for her not to smack so hard. Of course this made no difference, and the spanking went on and on and on until my bottom and upper thighs were seriously red. It was incredible painful, I couldn't keep my tears back and started to sobble.

I continued to cry silently for some time after the spanking had finished. Mistress kept me in the same position on the floor, and when I was able to hold a conversation again she asked if I had anything to say. I poured out all manner of promises, telling Her how I would be an obedient slave from now on, and that I was very sorry, and begged Her not to spank me any more. And I meant every word of it.

She listened, and to the greatest relief of my life said She would stop spanking me. But then, in Her most malicious voice told me I had fifteen minutes to think about the fifty strokes with the cane what was next to come, ordered me to lay face down on the bed and walked out of the room. At first I relaxed and tried to calm my breathing until her words struck home. The Cane ! Fifty with that and I wouldn't be alive any more! Oh shit !!.. why, why, WHY did I masturbate!

My heart started pounding as I heard her walking down the hallway. My time was up. She walked into the room and commented on what a nice, purple target I presented, and then proceeded to tie my hands and legs to the bedposts. "I know you're going to wiggle now so I'm going to make sure you stay put," she said as she pulled the straps tight. She was right. I couldn't get up if I wanted to and now I was completely at her mercy. She didn't give me any.
The first stroke from the cane was the greatest and most painful shock I ever had. And when the next ones followed, we approached my limit. There comes a point, as all well-punished slaves probably know, when it all becomes too much. My bottom was already more sore then I ever imagened it could become, and now it received a severe caning in addition ! The fire in my backside raged out of control, and I knew I couldn't take much more. My pleading and promising became garbled and desperate, tears started flowing and I begged her to stop. At that point I was willing to do anything, absolutely *anything* to bring the punishment to an end. I could not possibly take even one more stroke from that cane.

But of course, the punishment didn't stop at all. Mistress was well aware of what was happening to me, and just kept on caning because she knew I deserved it. And deep down in my submissive soul I knew I deserved it. But the incredible pain made me burst into hysteria like a little boy, and my words all run together into a meaningless bawl as I learned my lesson. I lost count of how many strokes I got from this point onwards, - my Mistress was absolutely inexorable. Every stroke She gave me opened a new world of fire and pain in my bottom, and I just screamed and screamed and screamed my heart out.

I spent many days laying on the bed afterwards, face down, feeling the raging fire continue to blaze all across my backside. It continued for a long, long time. The orgasm denial was prolonged to three weeks, provided I managed to make Her cum twice a day in that period. Every time I failed to give Her an orgasm within the minutes set aside for this, another day would be added. And I know for sure I will never masturbate again without Mistress' permission. No release is worth this price...!!