The 1 st.

 

As i kneel on the floor i shiver not with fear, but with dread.  This would be the first time MstrDavid would punish me.  It's not like i didn't earn it, but that didn't make it any less scary.  i didn't mean to be disobedient, but my friends had taken me out and i was doing well, first i had just a beer, then a gin and tonic, but then...well then my friend Debbie brought out a Japanese whisky i'd never heard of called Hibiki.  i know i was only allowed two drinks, but hey, i'd been doing so well, and He hardly ever checked up on what i'd had on any given day.  He didn't need to, cuz i'd gotten really drunk once and He'd decided i needed a definite limit, and though i didn't like it, i'd been very observant of this rule.  i though 'just this once...'  Well needless to say, He did ask, and now here i was naked, my forehead pressed to the floor, my largest ball gag seated in my mouth, my back arched so that when He enters my bottom would be presented.  i had already waxed that morning as per my usual routine, so i was smooth and presentable and other than the visible dampness between my lips, something i could not prevent, i was ready.  My collar was locked in place about my neck, and my hands were laced behind the back of my head, my elbows resting on the floor.  He told me the night before to be ready and waiting by 5pm.  To be prepared to be punished, that He hoped that that extra drink was really worth it as i was going to 'pay for it.'  So here i waited, my earplugs in, my eye mask seated over my eyes, waiting for His arrival, to be 'punished', something that i had worked hard to avoid.  i kneeled there waiting, feeling bad, knowing i had let Him down, knowing i had let myself down.  i felt wretched, but soon i would be forgiven, but i had no idea what was in store...i would indeed be sorry.
i did not hear Him enter, but i felt the vibrations of His footsteps.  My body tensed and my pulse started to race.  i waited for the touch, of His whip, cane, hand, but still nothing...i knew He was observing me, seeing my involuntary flinch as the gentlest breeze brushed against my exposed body.

He grasped me by the hair lifting me up until i was kneeling up straight.  He removed my earplugs...and so it began.

'I am disappointed in you slave."

i shudder, those words are more painful to me than anything He was about to do...why had i been so thoughtless, i never wanted to disappoint Him...if i could of slumped with dejection, i would have, but His hand was  still entwined in my hair, keeping me ramrod straight.

"I am disappointed not only because you broke one of your most basic rules, but more so, and this is why your punishment will be even more harsh, is that you failed to come straight to me and confess your transgression.  you CHOSE to withhold information from Me, you waited until i asked to admit your failure, this is unacceptable behaviour, and for this you will suffer greatly.  I will only teach this lesson to You once, if i need to teach it to You a second time, i will punish you and then release you from my service.  Do you understand?!" 

Tears had already started tracking down my cheeks, the first of many that would cascade down my face, neck and breasts that night.  i nodded vigorously desperate to please Him, to endure what was needed to be forgiven, to redeem myself.

He roughly pulled me up by my hair and helped me stumble out of His bedroom and out into the garage, this was not an area that W/we had played in before and the floors were cold against my naked feet.  He released my hair and ordered me to "present your wrists before me"...removing them from the back of my neck i offered Him my wrists.  Each in turn was bound carefully in a hemp rope which was far coarser than i had ever experienced before.  i started shivering with dread, fearing not for my safety, but fearing i would not be able to take this punishment, not that i was going to have a choice, but i wish to be able to accept and not fight the pain...to let it wash through me and cleanse me.

He bade me stand up with my leg spread shoulder width apart on two wooden blocks and then abruptly pulled me up taught by my wrists.  At least i was able to stay balanced on the balls of my feet, at least it wasn't tiptoe.  A loud scraping sound resonated through the garage as something heavy was manoeuvred between my legs. I felt the lightest brush of wood between my legs and i whimpered quietly through my gag.  W/we had talked of this, but i never thought in a million years it would really happen.  i was about to take my first ride on 'the wooden pony'.  i was truly scared now; though i knew it would do me no permanent damage, i was sure it was past what i could possibly endure.  How long was i going to be on it?  Did it really hurt as much as i'd read in the stories? 

Cutting into my thoughts He barked "Sit" 

i very tentatively lowered my body onto the board before shooting back up again...oh yes...this indeed was going to hurt.  He spread my labia apart and with gentle pressure push me back down onto the pony and then with a very fast pull, removed the blocks i had been using to support myself.  i yelped loudly through my gag as my feet sought out the floor, i could touch, but only at extreme en-pointe.  The rope holding my wrist above me was taught and between that and my tip-toes i couldn't totally relieve the pain shooting through my pussy, but at least reduce it temporarily.  i knew from reading the stories that this was futile as i would soon tired, but one does not always think rationally when they are in pain.  i tried indeed i tried.  I rocked forwards and back...each spot becoming tenderer each time i moved, but still i rocked, the most comfortable position leaning back and off my now raw feeling clit.  How long had it been?  Seconds, minutes, hours??  i had no idea, but i am sure i as not very far into the count.  It was then i started to notice not only the pain, but of a building heat between my legs...tiger balm, He'd always threatened He might do that to me one day.  I could not stay still, between the pain and the fire i couldn't handle the pain...i was crying and snot joined the tears that dripped onto my breasts.  He paced around me...i could still feel His agitation and disappointment radiating from Him, i kept trying to plead with Him...to beg Him...to explain how sorry i was, but He was not done with me.  I thought once he started kneading my breasts and tickling my nipples that i was about to be released, that He'd forgiven me, how wrong i was.  He made me lean forward, my poor abused clit being ground into the board, the tiger balm feeling like a branding iron against my exposed clit, then he snapped on the clover clamps onto my nipples, my world swirled slightly as a new dimension of pain was added, instinctively pulling away from the pain -MISTAKE- the clamps were on a strong bungee, if i wanted to take pressure off of my clit and lean back, it felt as though my nipples would be ripped off.  i could not think, i could not function, i could barely breath...i have no idea how long i rode 'the pony' and perhaps i drifted off at some point but i was abruptly returned when a searing pain in my left nipple slammed into me and then a second time as He released my right nipple.  As the blood flow returned to my nipples i keened loudly, but the sound was all but blocked by my gag.  Next He returned the blocks under my feet, but i couldn't stand up.  Pulled up by my wrists, he was able to remove the pony, before he slowly let the wrist rope down slowly, allowing me to collapse exhausted at His feet.  He released the rope about my wrists and checked that my hands were ok, i'm almost positive He'd done that several times as i 'rode the pony' but it was something vague noted in the mists of pain i had been drifting in and out of.

"W/we are not done yet.  On Your hands and knees and follow me into the shower room" 

Fresh tears streaked down my face and here i had thought i was done, that i had been forgiven, but it was not yet so. i crawled behind Him on limbs shaking with fatigue, my pussy and anus screaming at me each time i moved, at times toppling over onto my side only to be sharply told off. "Get up!"  When W/we arrived in the bathroom i was led over to what i call the "teapot" rack.  i was lead up onto the knee pad, my legs spread widely apart, my tits nestling between my thighs, and my face resting in the horseshoe shaped padded area.  He quickly immobilized me with a strap over the back of my neck, a cinched over my lower back, wrist and ankles cuffed on either side.  What was truly devilish about this device was the fact that there was a 12 inch gap between the base and my body, it could pivot me into a variedly of angles up to 90 degrees.  it was the perfect tool for giving enemas, caning, and ass reaming. 

"Your punishment would have ended on the pony had it not been for the fact that you withheld your transgression.  Withholding is the same as lying, i am sorry this is necessary, but i feel it is."

With that i heard the snap of the lube bottle being opened and closed...i knew what was coming as the enema plug tip touched my very exposed anus.  i hated enemas, i felt childish and humiliated by them, but of course He knew this.  i tried to bear down and allow the plug in as painlessly as possible my very bruised nether regions were screaming in pain.  With a quick push i gasped as the massive invader seated itself into my lower bowel, i then heard the click and felt the water rushing forcefully into my bowel...He was not going to take it easy on me, by letting it in slowly, i could already feel a few minor cramps building.  with the speed at which it was flowing, at least the enema would be done and over with quickly...how little i knew...The bottle was empty, but He let me sit a while longer...my body shuddering as small waves of cramps rippled within my tummy.

"hold it in" i was Ordered, and i tried....i really tired, but i was no match for the cramps and started leaking...He quickly tipped me into the 90 degree position and i released my bowel contents down the awaiting drain, taking the opportunity to relieve the pressure in my bladder at the same time.  I had not been able to ask permission, but nor could i, so i was not overly surprised to feel the kiss of the cane, shortly after being return to the horizontal position.

"Did i not tell you to hold in your enema???"

i tried unsuccessfully to nod.

"Did i give you permission to pee???"

Again i attempted to shake my head, to no avail.

Again and again i felt the kiss of the cane, first on my backside, then He went after my feet, then He landed a few strokes into the throbbing mass of pain that was my clit and anus, i am not sure if i blacked out momentarily or not, but i know i screamed.

"Let's try this again"

Again, i felt the end of the enema plug pushing against the bruised membrane of my anus, again it was seated, not only seated, but He added in 2 pumps of air to be SURE it would not escape.  I knew it was going to be bad, but i wasn't sure how.  Would he add more water?  Cold water?...and then it hit me, first the memory and then the vicious cramps -Castille Soap- i had been curious about what a punishment enema felt like and had been told that "when the time is right, you WILL find out"  i now had NO sense of curiosity, just wave after wave of cramps as my body tried to rid itself of this fluid.  i was coated in a cold sweat and again started beseeching Him to make it stop.  Time passed as i shuddered and squirmed under this internal assault, and then i felt myself being 'tipped'.  Without releasing the air, He yanked out the plug.  I was ashamed as the contents of my bowel trumpeted out loudly and violently.  As my bowel started to calm a small tube was inserted up my rectum...and thankfully water only was run through my system to clean out the soapy remnants.  He had me expel this fluid quickly.  i smelled horrible and was utterly exhausted, i thought to myself "please let this be over, please let this be over"  He took the hose to me and rinsed away all my filth down the drain...

What happened next i pray never to experience again as i felt His hand working away under the board, again teasing my nipples...i whimpered as i knew what was coming; He'd attached nipple clamps down there.  He could adjust the severity of pull, but i knew i would feel he max pull today, something He'd never done before.  i felt like i couldn't breathe, each breath was pure agony as it lifted my breasts further from the now already impossibly painful clamps.  i felt Him towelling off my pussy...i knew He was about to use me, but i was not expecting the bite of a clamp directing on my clit...if i could have crawled out of my skin i would have....i screamed and screamed through my gag, all movement was impossible, breathing seemed impossible, and yet it was about to get much worse...even as he added the lube to my anus i was still deigning what He was about to do...i couldn't take the pain of Him entering me and rocking me back and forth until He came. Already the claps on my nipples and clit had me in near hysteria...there was no way i could take any more pain and yet i did.  He was not harsh or unnecessarily cruel as He reamed my ass, but i belonged to Him and i was going to Serve His needs.  i think i passed out at the end as i was removed from the 'tea pot'.

i hurt all over and i feel as though my clit and nipples have been ripped off, but He has assured me that i am no more than badly bruised and that i will be just fine.  i am shocked to feel tears on my cheek that do not belong to me.  i look up into His eyes and see His sorrow.

"Never make me have to do that again my slave; it hurts us B/both too much."

i am silent as i have screamed myself horse this day, besides words mean nothing, my actions from now on will speak volumes.