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It was almost midnight when he walked in through the front door.
I’d walked into the apartment at around half past seven, stripped naked almost as soon as I’d walked through the door, on his orders I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes between those walls; a rule I was usually only too happy to obey. I made sure that all the blinds and curtains were drawn beforehand, then I stripped and knelt in the middle of the room and waited, time stretched, it was cold and my knees screamed for reprieve.
My heartbeat hammered and fear coiled in my stomach; he’d be mad, raging mad once I told him about what had happened. I tried to figure out the sequence of events, what had gone so drastically wrong, how I had allowed myself to be put in that situation. My nerves shook, my body trembled as I thought of what would happen if they didn’t keep their word. What if they showed the pictures to their friends? What is they somehow got found by a supervising adult? What if one of their parents found them?
I was sick with worry, my mind giving me nightmare concepts to think about. I chewed my lip and wrung my hands.
I heard the key in the lock, and instinctively hunched up, hands behind my back, head bowed low, chin tucked into my neck, and my hair covering my face.
“good evening, my pet,” he said warmly, coming closer to where I waited, I kept my head bowed, “good evening, Sir,” I whispered. Sensing my fear he came even closer, and I shivered guilt above all else filled me, tears started to prickle my eyes and although I cursed them for showing my weakness, I let them flow and purge a small part of my misery. Placing a finger under my chin he tilted my head back, and still I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. I bit my lip and tried not to sob, I’d dishonored my master, I’d compromised myself, and I’d landed in a horrible situation, punishment was going to be severe, but what hurt me most was that I was sure this would ruin our weekend, ruin his mood and anger him considerably. Though I wished myself six feet under the ground at his feet, though I wished myself a thousand miles away where I couldn’t do any harm to anyone, though I hated the fact I’d disappointed the one person who’s happiness and satisfaction meant more to me than my own life, I looked up.
I think he saw the depth of my despair painted in the contours of my face and the deep dark pools of my eyes because he took a step back, his stance changing, his expression grim; “what have you done?” he asked.
My body shook and I wrapped my arms around my middle that was feeling empty and afraid, cold and full of pain. My bottom lip trembled and I bit it, “forgive me, Sir,” I managed to choke, leaning forward to kiss his shoes, “I’m so, so, so, so, sorry.”
“I asked you a question,”
I trembled, not wanting to increase his anger, “I was seen,” I choked.
“surely that wouldn’t cause all this?”
“and they filmed and took pictures …” I managed to whisper, regaining some kind of control over my voice, not daring to look up, “and then … they …” I shook and hugged myself tighter, “then they what?” he demanded a bite of impatience in his voice, “they blackmailed me, Sir.”
“what was their price?”
“my obedience, Sir” I said not daring to look up.
* * * * * * *
“Look at me,” he commanded, hesitating only a second I slowly straightened my neck and raised my eyes, my tearful gaze meeting his, “you’ve disappointed me,” I nodded lowering my gaze in shame, “don’t look away,” trembling I looked back up, no punishment could have been worse than witnessing the look in his eyes, my soul was bare and being rubbed raw by the intensity of his gaze.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he eventually said, I obeyed, “now – crawl to my room.” I obeyed, moving my right knee to my right wrist, just as I was about to move my left knee I felt the sting of the long-handled paddle, an involuntary gasp escaped my mouth, “silence!” he said quietly, I winced at the tone, flat and emotionless, “you’ve earned 50 spanks, for every sound you make you’ll get two extra. Is that clear?”
“yes, Sir,” I whispered.
“Good, now move! And I want you to count”
Left knee to left wrist, slap, grit teeth, focus “one,” I choked. Right hand and right knee in tandem slap, bite lip, don’t make a sound. “Two” Left hand and left knee, pay attention, a harder slap, brace yourself, tense the muscles, don’t make a sound. “three” Right hand, right knee, ass up high, meet the blow, slap, gasp, choke “four.”
Knowing the rules the next two, hard and right where it was starting to burn didn’t count, by the time I crawled into the bedroom, the count was ten, though the paddle had made contact with my aching behind over twenty times.
“as you are on all fours,” he ordered, “and spread your legs,” I complied, “little sluts like you should be punished,” he said as he felt my hot behind, I knelt in silence, “now, I want you to tell me exactly what happened, and don’t forget the count, understood?”
“yes Sir,”
“good,” he said as the eleventh slap came down hard on my sore behind. I moaned out loud, “eleven,” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady, “the rule doesn’t apply, count in your head as I spank you, but mind you don’t mess up – you get an extra five for each miscalculation.”
“yes, Sir,” I whispered.
“now tell me, what happened?”
“I was working late, and I was thinking of what …” I stopped as a sob tore loose from my throat, my reward was an extra-hard slap, “… what was going to happen tonight,” I choked, slap, (13) I bit my lip and continued, “That’s when I asked your permission to …” slap (14) “to cum, Sir … once you gave me permission,” slap, “I pulled my thong to one side, and played with my pussy a bit,” slap “then I slipped a marker pen inside,” slap “when it was nice and wet, I pulled it out and slipped it into my ass” slap, slap, slap (20) I moaned out loud, wriggling my ass, “I continued to work,” slap ”just keeping it inside me, wriggling my ass to keep it in deep,” slap (22)”I stayed like that until I was done with all the paperwork,” slap, moan, wriggle “uhhhh, then I got up, slipped out of my thong and hopped up on the desk,” slap, slap,slap,slap,slap (28) even louder moans bordering on screams tore from my throat, “I spread my legs,” slap, slap, slap, slap, slap (33)in quick succession, I pushed my ass up higher, arching my back, “and I fucked myself, with the marker penetrating my ass,” slap,slap, (35), “while my other hand fingered my pussy,” slap, slap, slap,slap,slap (40),” I arched my back, keeping the marker forced all the way inside my ass,” I said in a low sultry moan of a whisper, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, (45) “uuuuuuhhhhhhh” I moaned in a long drawn out expression of the pleasure laced with pain that was overloading my senses, “and just as I was about to cum …” a pause, “I opened my eyes, and saw two of my students … watching me as I came, squirting on the desk … legs apart … exposed …” I choked as the final five slaps rained down on my stinging behind. It felt like the flesh had been melted off, as if it were coming off my bones, it hurt and I realized I’d been crying with the pain, yet so deep was my anguish I’d hardly noticed my tears.
“let go, baby,” he said as he stroked my sore behind, “I’m so sorry, Sir, I should have been more careful,” I whispered through my tears, “it’s ok, it happened and you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?”
“yes, Sir.”
“now, on your knees, look at me and continue the story,”
I obeyed, wiping my wet cheeks, and tried not to tremble.
“they stared at me, and I stared back. I had no idea what to say, I struggled to cover myself up …”
“show me how they found you,”
I blushed and looked away, but knowing the penalty for disobeying an order I complied, easing onto my sore and tender butt, wincing a little at the pain, I sat, spread my legs wide apart, and eased back onto my elbows. This wasn’t the first time that he’d seen me naked, nor the first time he’d seen me this exposed, but I had never felt so scrutinized before, every inch of me was taken in, “they found me like this, Sir,” I managed to say, feeling my cheeks burn almost as intensely as my spanked bottom.
“hmmmm, continue the story,”
I swallowed hard, and tried to remember what had happened next. I had sorted it all out in my mind, but I hadn’t accounted for the position I was now in, it was uncomfortable. “I tried to cover myself up, not knowing what to say, and the boy broke the silence,”
“what’s his name?”
“Vincent, Sir.”
“one of your students?”
“Yes, Sir. Both of them are,” I said with fresh shame staining my already red cheeks.
“Who was the other?”
“Marie,” I whispered.
“hmmm, tell me what happened next.”
“He looked at me and said ‘I reckon you should clean that up, Miss.’ Then the girl – who still had her hand down her pants suggested I clean it up with my tongue,”
“and did you?”
“yes, Sir.” I whispered, “and then they humiliated me, they said that they had pictures of me, and that beastly little girl had even shot a video, and they said that they’d show it to the principle unless I did as they said.”
“And what did they do to you?”
“I bent over the desk to lick up my juices,” I said in a strangled whisper, not knowing how he’d taken the whole story till then, and still fearful of his reaction, the marker was still in my ass, and it showed through my skirt …”
“what skirt were you wearing?”
“the one you like the most, Sir, the short black clingy one.”
“hmmmm,” was all he said.
I continued my story wanting to get it over with and have it all out in the open, “he tried to raise my skirt, and I tried to stop him, but once again he threatened me with the pictures. So I had to bend over while he exposed my ass and inspected the marker that was still stuck inside me.”
“is that all?”
“no, Sir … then the girl decided she wanted to taste me, and so did the boy.”
“and did you let them?”
“I had no choice, Sir.”
“hmmm, tell me what happened,”
“the girl licked me, and then shared my juices with her boyfriend, they made out for a while, then the boy tried to suck my cum out of me, and they made out again, feeling each other up. Then they left – something about being late for the bus. They warned me that if I didn’t stay back on Sunday, and do exactly what they asked of me I’m as good as screwed. They left, I cleaned up and came straight here.”
Relief at finally having it all out filled me, and yet shame was equal in measure, I couldn’t bear it. “please let me kneel at your feet, Sir.” I begged
“no,”
Tears fell in earnest, “I’m so sorry, Sir, I couldn’t help it. no one was supposed to be on the premises,”
“Stand up over there in the corner,” he ordered, “hands behind your back, feet apart, and face the wall.”
I obeyed meekly, standing as he’d ordered. He came up behind me, blindfolded me, tied my arms at the elbows and wrists, and placed a spreader bar between my ankles. “bend over,” he ordered. I obeyed. “now don’t move,”
I felt something that felt huge being pushed up my butt hole, and I moaned. “not a sound,” he said. I nodded, he pulled it out and thrust it back in again, repeating it a few times. then he pushed me down on all fours, and I felt him enter me from behind. I couldn’t help but moan, he pulled my hair roughly, “every sound is worth 5 lashes of the whip,” he slapped my ass, and it stung, my hips bucked and I gasped, “that’s 5, baby,” he whispered as he slammed into me, “please, Sir,”
“please what?”
“punish me,” I whispered, body trembling, needing the sharp sting of pure pain that I knew I deserved.
I felt his teeth at my neck, “you’ll take what I give, nothing more, nothing less. Understood?”
I nodded, a small whimper escaping my lips, “that’s 10, and counting.”
He rode me hard and fast, I bit my lips and tried my best not to make a sound, but it was so hard not to, “don’t cum,” he warned me, my mind couldn’t comprehend the order, how could I stave off an orgasm when he was the one in control?
With a strong pull of my hair, my neck bending backwards, I felt as though I couldn’t breathe, I felt him approaching his orgasm, and I struggled to obey his order, tensing my muscles around him, creating even more friction, tightening myself around him, he withdrew and shot his load over my back and ass. I was moaning and panting with my approaching orgasm, dripping my juices down my thighs.
“Stand up,” he ordered, struggling with the spreader bar, with my hands tied up, knees buckling under me, I felt wrung out, completely boneless.
“stand straight,”
I tried to, sheer willpower keeping me up, “now, bend over.”
I felt my hands being pulled roughly backwards towards my backside, a rope tied around them, the end of which was passed between my ass cheeks, looped around the spreader bar, then pulled up, across my shoulders, pulling me into a tighter forward bend.
“I’m going to bed. When I wake up I want to see you exactly as you are now, understood?”
“yes Sir,” I whispered, feeling the strain already, wondering how I’d be able to keep the pose all night, knowing that I didn’t have a choice.
It was a long night; every muscle ached, trembled and shook. I didn’t have a clue what time it was. I tried not to think about the pain. I deserved punishment, I should suck it up – I should think about how lucky I was that he had decided to keep me with him for the night. The least I could do was to hold the position he’d put me in. Breathing in deeply, and out, my knees shook. Tears started to fall, dripping straight from my eyes, a sob broke loose, and then became uncontrollable torrents, I gasped and tried not to make a sound, but the events of the past day had caught up with me, from the shock of being seen, by two students none-the-less made me feel exposed and vulnerable, the way they’d blackmailed me and humiliated me, stripped me of my authority and made me obey them, I felt sick to my stomach, yet I was a sub, it was what I was trained to do, I didn’t have it in me to negotiate or bargain, I wasn’t sure what anyone else would have done in my place, I didn’t have the capacity to think about it.
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I was lost in my thoughts when I felt his hands on me, I held my breath and prayed that I hadn’t woken him with my pathetic weeping, “shhhh,” he whispered, drawing slow circles on my back, I stood as still as I could given my circumstances, “now, now my little pet, what’s made you sad? Surely not the punishment?”
“no, Sir,” I whispered with a sniffle, “I deserve every ounce of pain, it’s justified and well deserved punishment for your sub.”
“then why the tears?”
“I’ve disappointed you, Sir. I broke my oath. “ my voice broke and my body trembled beneath his hands. He tapped and then squeezed my sore butt, pulling the plug free, and I moaned. “you’re my sub,” he reminded me, “all mine, I’m angry with you for now, and you know that you need to be disciplined.”
“yes Sir,” I whispered, wanting nothing but to wrap myself around him and please him in every way I could, yet holding my position, bent over double. I felt the pressure around my ankles lessen as the straps were loosened and the bar taken away. “kneel.”
I knelt, still facing the wall, “you’ve earned thirty lashes for not obeying me earlier,” he said, pinching my butt, “I’m sorry Sir,” I choked, “I want you to count them out for me.”
“yes, Sir.”
“if you behave during this last phase, I’ll let you get some sleep. Understood?”
“yes, Sir.” I whispered, bracing myself for what was to come.
I heard the slither of the whip over the floor before the whistle, and then the hot flare of pain. “the count,” he reminded me as the whip made contact with my back again. “one,” I gasped.
By the end of the thirty it felt as though my back had been cut to shreds, my backside was raw and I was beside myself with the pain, yet I knelt, back straight, hands either side of my knees. Tears flowed freely yet I didn’t let out a single sound. I grit my teeth and took it.
“I’m still very disappointed with you,” he said.
“I know, Sir,” I whispered.
“I want you to leave now,”
Those words cut me down to my core, “please,” I choked, “don’t send me away,”
“I don’t like the thought of anyone or anything using my property,”
I just hung my head, I wanted to beg, to plead against judgement, yet I knew that what was said was final. “I want you to crawl out of here, ass up high, get your things and leave.”
I did as I was told. My imagination painted a picture of what my back looked like, I imagined welts, split flesh, blood dripping down. It stung like the devil, my whole body ached, but the pain that welled up inside me was worse than the pain inflicted on my body.
I crawled to where I had folded my clothes, “leave your underwear off,” he commanded from the doorway, I did as he said, pulling my skirt on, wincing as it chaffed against my raw behind. “That includes your bra too.”
I pulled my shirt on, each muscle that moved tore at the cuts made by the whip. “by the way – I don’t want you to go back to work on Sunday,”
A sob tore loose from my throat – that was the first comment he’d said that was related to what had actually happened. “But – “
“But nothing, you’re mine – I call the shots, ad I am telling you not to go – is that clear?”
I nodded, hoping that he knew what the implications would be, trusting that he did.
“good – now go.”
I put my shoes on, and left without a backwards look. He knew my weaknesses and my fears; being turned out into the dark cold night was one of my biggest ones. I trembled on the doorstep and heard the door close behind me. slowly I made my way home.
I got no sleep, my mind tormented me and the pain was unbearable.
I drafted text after text, scared to say something wrong, unsure of whether he’d want to hear from me, unsure of everything but the throb and burn of my back. Surely those marks if nothing showed his status as my Master? His right to use my body the way he wanted.
I drifted into a troubled sleep, woken only an hour later by my cell, drowsily I blinked and read the words that were on the screen … “go to work on Sunday as usual.”
I didn’t fully understand, my mind jumping to all kinds of conclusions. I closed my eyes to think and only succeeded in falling asleep again.
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