A few weeks ago, I thought it would be a good idea to edge myself even though Sir had told me not to. I was tempted to make myself cum, seeing as I was already breaking the rules - but I thought that would be too naughty, even for me. I owned up almost immediately, and was reassured that a well-deserved punishment would be in store when we next saw each other. Until then, I was to write an A4 page of lines saying ‘I must not touch myself without permission.’
Sir felt that seeing as I was unable to control myself when I was horny, maybe what I needed was a nice, cold shower to cool myself off. He made me edge using my vibrator, twice, so that I would be horny and worked up before he taught me my lesson. He made me kneel on the floor of his shower, turned the temperature all the way down, then switched the shower on. The freezing cold water felt horrible, and I whimpered as Sir stood and watched me through the shower door. After some time, he came in and turned the shower off - or so I thought. In actual fact, he had simply switched to the side jets, which tend to take a few seconds to come on. Sir loved watching me recoil as the side jets covered me in freezing water, after I thought that my punishment was already over. Eventually, he turned the shower off for good, while I knelt on the floor; a dripping wet, freezing cold, pathetic girl, looking down at the floor and whimpering.
This was the first real punishment that Sir gave to me. Objectively, it was horrible - the water was so painful and I desperately wanted him to turn it off. Emotionally, I felt so happy afterwards. I knew that I had misbehaved and that I deserved to be punished, and enduring something horrible to make it up to him brought me so much joy. The lesson was well-learnt too - I haven’t touched myself without permission since, and I know that if I wanted to I would certainly think twice about it now.
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