As I write this post I am naked and collared on the floor underneath Sir’s desk, having just polished his boots, while he ignores me and uses his computer.
Last night, Sir punished me because I did not touch myself when I was told to. I had promised him that I would edge 5 times and then make myself cum, but I was feeling too tired when I got home so I didn’t do it. My blatent misbehaviour in light of his generosity earned me a harsh punishment.
I knelt on the floor outside the room while he set things up to punish me. When he let me inside, laid out on the bed was handcuffs, rope, a ball gag, a flogger, and several canes. I stood with my legs spread at the foot of the bed. He tied each of my ankles to the corners of the bed, tied my cuffed wrists to the head of the bed, and gagged me. My punishment began with Sir using my vibrator on me twice, but stopping both times before I was even close to cumming. He hit me all over with one of my favourite toys, our new suede flogger, leaving my ass warm and red so that by the time he picked up the first cane I was terrified of how much it would hurt. I was right to be scared - the sharp sting of the cane on my already sore bottom was enough to make me cry out, and attempt (in vain) to wriggle free from my constraints. Finally, the part of the evening I was dreading arrived, involving my least favourite toy: The Mean Cane. Sir made sure to tease me by saying ‘now it’s time for your punishment to begin’. He hit me so hard, as I counted each stroke out loud - or tried to, with a gag in my mouth. I was in so much pain, and was desperately longing for him to stop.
Around the 8th hit with The Mean Cane, something in me changed. I felt overwhelmed and started uncontrollably crying. As he continued to hit me I was no longer writhing or screaming with each stroke, but instead sobbing into the bed. We had discussed beforehand that we would both enjoy making me cry, but up until this point I could never have predicted that hitting me with the cane would be able to achieve this. Though it hurt intensely, the tears were due to an overwhelming emotional reaction as opposed to in response to the pain. After around 14 hits, my punishment was over and Sir untied me and took my ballgag out. He picked me up and cuddled me over his lap, made a cup of tea, and talked through the punishment and our feelings with me.
Last night was the most intense kinky experience I have ever had. When I started crying, it’s like something within me changed - I felt in a completely difference headspace. It was overwhelming, intense, emotional, but most of all; cathartic. I loved every second of it, even though I hate being hit with The Mean Cane. It took me a long while after the punishment ended to begin to feel normal again. Afterwards, I didn’t feel like talking at all for at least around 20 minutes, but I was perfectly content and very much enjoying being wrapped in Sir’s arms. I feel so lucky to have shared this experience with him; I trust him entirely and feel so comfortable being vulnerable with him. And to top it all off, I have some beautiful bruises and cane marks on my bottom today. It hurts every time I sit down, and I adore the reminder what Sir did to me.
Signed: a very thankful submissive.
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