Title: Peaceable Harvest

Author: Euryleia Rider with Jayden McZimmer

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

Codes: F/f, D/s, humiliation, spanking

Acknowledgement: This story would not have been possible without the assistance of rach.

Copyright 2007

Synopsis: Mistress must punish a disobedient pet.

Peaceable Harvest

“Now, no chastening seems to be joyful for the present, but painful; nevertheless, afterward it yields the peaceable harvest of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.” (Hebrews 12:11)

I am quite mad at you. Your emails to me today were very disrespectful. When you arrive home, it only takes you a single look at my face to realize that I was not joking when I said that your behavior was going to be addressed.

I make you go outside with me and stand there while I find a good switch from the hedge surrounding the back yard. I'm looking for a fresh, green, thin branch. The best one will be about a quarter-inch in diameter and about eighteen to twenty-four inches long. The search also helps me to temper the heat of my fury. I promised you that I would never strike you when I was angry and I’m not about to break that vow now.

You ask, “Why do you need a switch? Why can’t you use your hand?”

I smile and answer, “This is punishment. When you’ve been bad, you don't get to feel my hand.”

It is a continuation of the punishment to make you feel an instrument of my discipline and not my tender touch. You must endure the lash of the crop or the sting of the switch against your skin if you want me to caress you again.

But I don't want you feel unloved and that is why I plan to warm you up with spanks of my palm. If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t want to train you and I sure wouldn’t want to discipline you when you’ve been naughty.

You have to stand there with your hands behind your back, watching me and anticipating what is going to happen. I can feel your wide eyes staring at me. You are nervous but know not to fidget.

I glance over my shoulder and I see that you are hiding a smile. I intend to make sure that you aren’t even of thinking of smiling by the time I am finished. You are scared but you are also looking forward to your punishment.

I can almost see the thoughts running through your head. You remember calling me a liar not once but twice. You know you deserve this; that you acted out on purpose to get a reaction from me. You’re also starting to get worried at just how bad this will be.

When I’ve chosen the perfect switch, I walk back to stand before you. “Tell me,” I command.

Your eyes are downcast but you say clearly, “I have been a bad girl and I need to be punished.”

“And?”

“Thank you for taking the time to discipline me.”

There isn’t a fence around the yard and anyone in the surrounding houses might see you or hear what you say to me. As an added humiliation, I make you carry the instrument of your upcoming punishment into the house.

We go back inside and I order you pull your pants off and fold them neatly. I then tell you to pull your panties down but leave them around your ankles. You hesitate because you know that your panties are soaked and you don’t want me to see the evidence of your need. I know you’re excited though, I can smell your arousal.

I make my voice cold and state, “Stop wasting my time!”

I see you cringe but then you hurry to obey. You have to take tiny steps over to where I’m waiting for you. The blush on your face when you feel the damp panties shackling your feet is quite delicious to see.

I have taken a dinning room chair into the living room and have you lean over the back. You’ll be punished publicly, with your butt facing the street. The curtains are open and everyone walking by outside would be able to witness your spanking.

I wait for a minute or two with you in this revealing position. I know it makes you feel like a little girl getting into trouble. I have to force myself to keep from touching your beautiful ass. To distract myself, I tell you, “Confess what you did. And, sweetheart, you better be honest and accurate.”

I can hear your teeth grind together. I know you don’t want to say it but you want the punishment so badly now that I think I might get you to say anything. I also know that deep down, you realize that I’m only doing this because I love you too much to let you get away with such disobedience.

I start with a bare handed spanking of maybe twenty swats on each ass cheek. At the first blow, your hands fly back as you try to stop me. I have to stop and tie your hands to the arms of the chair. I growl out, “You’ll get more spanks for that.” I watch you rub your thighs together in anticipation.

I go back to spanking you. Once your butt is warmed up all over, it is now time to move on lower. I slap your upper thighs. I know you’re sensitive there and I want you to feel everything.

I then take the switch, making sure that it is nice and flexible, and start on one side. I give you ten quick strikes from the top of your ass cheeks to the back of your thighs. I then trade sides and do the same to your other ass cheek and thigh. Since you’re not sobbing yet, I repeat the switching again. This time I wait two seconds between each strike to make you really feel the pain of each of the twenty strokes.

We continue until you repent. You know that I am willing to go all night but your flesh can only take so much. You can feel the bruises forming. Of course, because it is starting to get cold out, you don’t have to worry about the marks showing when you go to school. But believe me, there are going to be marks.

Once you’ve told me you’re sorry and thanked me again, I put the switch between your teeth and you are forced to hold it while you stay there in that uncomfortable position and think about what you did (and whether you’d do it again). You know that if you drop the switch, you probably won’t enjoy where I would put it.

I leave the room and make sure that you can’t see or hear me. I don’t go too far because I wouldn’t want to ever endanger you but your final punishment is to be ignored.

You are always a little sulky after getting spanked but as you think about things, you remember that you love me. You brought this punishment on yourself and all you want now is forgiveness. You miss my touch and my presence. My absence is almost worse than the burning of your ass.

After you’ve had time to reflect, I come back and release you and give you a hug. I notice right away that your pussy is dripping but I say nothing, just hold you quietly. You’re still crying, so I lead you over to the couch and let you snuggle up with me.

The infraction, being duly punished, is forgiven. It might be a little more difficult for you to forget, though. Especially when you try to sit down in class tomorrow. I know that despite the pain, you’re already plotting your next misbehavior.

While we’re cuddling, you keep squirming and wiggling because of the heat of your sore ass and legs. I move my hand down between your legs and realize just how wet and needy you are. I am glad to know that you get as wet waiting for and experiencing your punishment as I get administering it.

I remember how cute you looked as you begged me for forgiveness. I decide to be magnanimous and I pull you over so that you are straddling my leg. I’m going to make you do the work, with your knees in the cushions on either side of my thigh. I can feel your wetness as you slide back and forth. You are so desperate, you’re willing to do anything, even hump my leg to get yourself off. I make you keep eye contact as you get closer and closer.

It is hard for you to look deep into my eyes as your sticky hot pussy grinds on my leg. I know it feels so shameful for needing to climax so badly but you cannot help what your body tells you. I understand that you cannot control yourself. That is why I must control you.

Your hands clench at your sides. You want to have more contact with my body than just my thigh but you know better than to touch me without permission. I lift my hands and place them under your breasts to brace you. I press my thumbnails into your erect nipples.

“Th…thank you, Mistress.”

I’m pleased that you remembered your manners. I’m still tempted to stop you and deny you the climax you want. But you look so good, with a blush in your cheeks as you bite your lip to keep from crying out.

“Ask me.”

“May…I…come, Miss…Mistress?”

“You didn’t say please.” My tone is mild but very serious.

You are panting now and finally get the correct words out. I slide my hands down your body and to grasp your ass.  Pulling you hard against my leg, I feel the throbbing of your cunt. The sharp reminder of your pain and punishment is enough to put you over the edge.

You drop your head onto my shoulder as you come down from your climax. I feel your lips placing tiny kisses on my collarbone. I smile when I hear you whispering that you love me.

I slide my hand around the nape of your neck and pull your head back so that I can see your green eyes. “You’re a good girl,” I tell you. “I didn’t think that you would be able to hold off.”

Looking shy, you say, “It wasn’t easy. But I didn’t want to let my Mistress down again.”

I jiggle my leg and give you another jolt of pleasure. As you moan, I push down on your shoulders so that you slide off my lap and onto the floor. “Clean my leg,” I say.

You do so with no hesitation. I know that you like the taste of yourself, especially when it is on my skin. Afterwards, you nuzzle your soft cheek up and down my shin. You’re almost purring.

I pat your head and stroke your curly hair. I can’t help but be pleased to see you acting like the devoted pet you are. Feeling myself melting, I shake my head. To keep dominance, I sternly tell you to stop and sit down. You assume your regular position in front of me and wait for my next order.

I am well aware that your ass is on fire but that is not enough. I, too have a burning. The question is, do I let your agile tongue quench it? As I ponder the question, I force myself to avoid looking into your puppy dog eyes. Instead, I stare at the television and try to ignore that you are almost vibrating at my feet from an eagerness to show me your remorse.

However, this was a punishment and I never want you to feel that pleasuring me is part of your discipline. I also do not to want to seem like I am rewarding your previous bad behavior now.

I muse about what I can do to satisfy myself. I’m very tempted to call a mutual friend over. I would tie to you to the punishment chair in the bedroom while she and I made love in our big bed. I can just visualize you impaled on a dildo and struggling fruitlessly against the bonds keeping you from me. Maybe even with a blindfold covering your beautiful green eyes, so you that are tormented by the sounds of me crying out in ecstasy from another woman's touch.

I shake my head. That would be unusually cruel, especially as I am not angry any more. I stand up and carry the switch to the freezer. Stepping back into the hall, I pat my thigh and you come running. I lead you upstairs and tell you to prepare for bed. When you have returned to my side, I tie you lengthwise across the bottom of the bed.

Taking my time, I get ready for bed. I turn off all the lights in the bedroom but leave the light on in the bathroom. It should be enough light for my purpose.

Lying down with my back propped up on several pillows, I show you the toy that I brought to bed with me. It is one of my battery-operated toys and I know that they’ve been freshly recharged.

Starting it on low, I play it over my painfully erect nipples. “God, I would love to have your lips here,” I moan.

I know that the sight before you is killing you. I hope that you realize if you had not misbehaved, it would be you and not this plastic wand bringing me such joy.

I am so close and I have not even touched my clit. I open my legs wider and slide the vibrator down my torso. I can see the gleam of your eyes, so I know you are watching. I hope you are also missing what you could have had.

Dipping the tip of vibrator into my pussy, I thrust shallowly a couple of times. I’ve never really gotten into penetration. I love it when you slide your fingers into me but not this impersonal thing. I do want it nice and wet, though.

I move it over my clit and thumb the vibrations up to medium. As I count down from twenty, I watch you twisting in your bonds. I want to come at seven but I keep the tool directly over my hot, throbbing clit and hold off until I reach one. 

As I climax, I move the vibrator off briefly. I stare into your eyes. The aftershocks slow and I run the tip back across my clit and come again. Turning the vibrator down, I repeat my motions. After my fourth orgasm, I finally turn it off.

Panting, I watch you. You keep licking your lips as if you imagine your tongue licking my cleft. The release making me feel generous, I sit up and hold the tool up to your mouth. Before you begin to clean it, you whisper, “Thank you.”

It pains me but I keep you tied up at my feet while I go to sleep. I want you to think about what you are missing because of your misbehavior. You had to learn the hard way that it is a privilege to curl up next to me on the big bed and be cuddled through the night.

But I’m glad that I put the switch in the freezer because I know that I will need it again. No matter how good a girl you want to be, you've got a bad girl heart and I love it.