Punishment tonight ....

One would think after my session this evening that I had learnt my lesson? I certainly felt every stroke and will be feeling some of them for days yet... HH certainly spanked and caned my bottom well... yet as we sat chatting afterwards and I was asked if I was betting on the weekend game between Australia and South Africa, instead of declining I heard myself say " Yes Sure , Why not..." silly girl and this combined with the threat of 45 if I do not lose the required number of kilograms this month... I should have my head read....I am certifiably mad , of that I am convinced!

All warmed up and ready to start!

SO we started with a light spanking with the tawse to warm up my bottom , one after the other HH softly spanked my bottom with the tawse interjecting with a harder swat or two , just to ensure that I do not fall asleep or drift off, keeping my mind focused on the job at hand and of the punishment that was to come!

10 down 18 to go! all evenly spaced!

We had agreed that we would do it sets 1 of four strokes and then four sets of 6 each!  The warm up was fine and the first four were all okay... but as HH started going lower down ( as he was laying down evenly spaced straight lines all over my bottom) it started to burn, those sensitive areas that under normal circumstances do not get much attention from the cane!

Close up after 16 strokes of the erringly accurate cane!

After each set of 6 a picture would be taken and the burn rubbed into me and welts rubbed , as soothing as that is it also brings its own unique pain... and of course standing on display having your bottom photographed shames a girl in ways that cannot be explained!

All done... out on display waiting for it to settle!

driving to my demise....

It is getting terrible now.... I am having a mild implosion... 40 or so minutes before I have to get into my car and start the long 1 and half to two hours in peak hour traffic to ensure that I am not late for my punishment session as tardiness is sure to be rewarded with additional strokes....my heart is beating fast and I am all agitated.... I am afraid and yet perversely excited as being punished is a thrill and I like the pain... it excites me oh so much....

sluttyboi and sluttymiss.... a switch to sluttySir

It has been at least a year since I have physically submitted to a dominant other than my Master. Besides HH to whom I regularly go for a nice caning and spanking ( and who I need to see this week still to repay my betting debts) I have not physically felt much in the way of pain or hard use!

I must pay off my debt of 28 strokes with the cane before the weekend!

Part of my arrangement with sluttyboi ( usually a very dominant Alpha male) is that I will switch with him and he will have full access to use me as he wishes. We have been talking about this very big moment for months and he has mercilessly teased and taunted me for weeks on end and I had reached a point of bursting to feel what he could do and what he would be like to submit to .. so with great eagerness and probably if I am honest an obscene amount of haste I had rushed through my time dominating him ( my sincere apologies sluttyboi, I will certainly do better next time) for me to be able to satisfy my by now out of control lust for pain and humiliation!

As sunset on Saturday approached I was getting more and more antsy and edgy , becoming very nervous at the prospect of submitting to the man I had earlier abused albeit very gently ( if you consider a finger up the rectum lubricated with icy hot arnica gel,  whilst your dick is more that snugly taped with duct tape, gentle).

sluttyboi has a very calm determined air about him and had gleefully been selecting toys to use on me all day. As it happened I was sitting in the middle of the bed, dressed in my little skirt and camouflage top when the appointed hour came to make the switch.

Being a perfect gentleman sluttyboi offered me a glass of wine and announced the switch was now being made and that I was now the submissive and he would be getting dressed as it would not work for him to try and dominate me whilst he was in a state of undress.

all pretty....

Getting more nervous by the moment I sat on the bed sipping my wine watching the ritual of him getting dressed taking control quietly and making me more nervous by the minute. Slowly he started selecting toys one by one for use on me laying them out. Quiet the selection all bright and colourful , rows and rows of pegs,toy upon toy and metres and metres of rope.

all sorts... one for each purpose!

sluttySir made me participate in the preparation of the room by assisting in getting the ropes into position to tie me down later in the proceedings and in between let me sip my wine. One by one he had me present my limbs to him to put on the leather wrist and ankle cuffs. It surprised me how easily I fell into the role of submissive and how naturally I presented myself to him ( I should have paid attention and ran away when I still could)

Later ..... what happens once the room is prepared ( quick bath time) see you in about 1 hour!

Simply punished !

What makes one punishment stand out from another and more memorable than another? Is it the "hardness" of the strokes, the number of strokes , the implement used or the intensity of the pain inflicted during the punishment?

 

Master is the Maestro of punishment, I am a pain slut and actually enjoy a good caning and spanking, fro me the are sometimes a treat to me, so punishing me in the more traditional manner is not an actual punishment. Thus Master has refined His punishment techniques and at first glance or during the application or meting out of a punishment , the submissive or an audience may think that it is not harsh at all or harsh enough.

Our guest for my punishment session had been part of my weekend mischief and helped me along my path of self destruction ( as any good self proclaimed sadist would). Pain is his thing, in a BIG way!

Master had given me my list of items to have ready, I have intimate knowledge of all of them and thought I knew what would happen, although I was a little scared I was far to confident as I have a high threshold for pain ( and enjoy spanking, caning and slapping a lot)  and came across far to cocky!

As a submissive ( Dominant to my slave, slutty boy and foot slut) there is a profound an epiphany to be had in a well given punishment. And yesterday"s punishment was profound in it's simplicity and had a  more powerful and lasting physical impact than anticipated.

It was a deceivingly simple low key punishment and I bore it with as much elegance and style as one can whilst being on display in that manner and doing the acts that are designed to be degrading and humiliating as these were ( since I was to be reminded of my place and to whom I belong, MASTER).

As the punishment was being administered our guest encouraged Master to add a spanking or caning into the mix as he was of the opinion my punishment was not severe enough to befit my crime. Master calmly announced that since I had been spanked so much the weekend I was inure to the impact of a spanking or caning.

Master had his very calm smiling voice on and said no , the punishment would surely remind his naughty brat what happens when she gets led astray by her urges and hormones....

The brushing down continued for about 15 minutes at a good pace, added to that afterwards the Tabasco and the Icy Blue and a good three hours sitting around naked with the treatment curing and I was in agony ( I still am in agony! ) and the agony just increased with every minute in the day. By last night my fanny was so swollen and raw that every movement caused me to cringe. And the simplest acts such as a bath or a pee nearly had me in tears, constantly reminding of my lesson.

I spent the whole day yesterday trying to sooth the pain,my fanny truly was on fire. It was boiling hot and it was leaking like a tap adding to the agony as raw delicate skin should be kept dry not wet and chafing with every move. As I sit here I can fully understand why babies howl as they do when they have nappy rash as I would like to howl with them!

I woke this morning to a less fiery fanny, now at a slow simmer or medium boil, but a day wearing jeans sans panties quickly has me back to full scale agony! A long chat with Master and him issuing the instruction to write about the lasting impact of a seemingly innocent punishment .

Why am I so stupid as to even do things like this, I my Master, he always punishes me with such simple elegance that leaves lasting lasting marks on my soul and in the aftermath of a punishment ( yesterday was a punishment, spanking and caning is foreplay for us) leaves me keenly aware of his touch and his undeniable ownership of me.

So when next confronted with a simple punishment do not be deceived! If it has been crafted or administered by Master, know it will be painful and deeply effective!

I adore my Master, he has such elegance and the most deliciously wicked mind. I will not stray in that manner ever again. oh yes I forgot to mention, I have been loaned out on an indefinite basis to our guest. When Master does not need me I am to be available virtually and in real life to our guest.

Just a last slap ....

Within simplicity lies lasting impact!

Flaming Fanny

Herewith a picture of a very well punished fanny. I will later today at about 5 pm SA time be writing another blog about my punishment. Master has instructed me to expound on the effects of yesterdays punishment. It may sound like a mild mediocre punishment, but the impact and effect was profound.

I may not have a flaming fanny today,it has calmed down to a mild boil and it aches a little less, yet I am constantly reminded of my lesson in more than one way with every move I make and every action I take.

Brushed down hard. Raw and tender!

Master certainly made an impact yesterday, I shall not forget this lesson any time soon!

Painfully punished - Part 2

As I was saying when I needed to go attend to my flaming fanny. After introduction, Master revealed the implements of torture. Pull ups on my rather abused , bruised and battered breasts as a reminder what got me into trouble and the hairbrush. I was to brush my fanny with the brush until he deemed it tender enough.

I thought a spanking with my flat brush was terrible, little did I realise what havoc a good brushing down could wreck on a freshly shaved fanny. This was not the end of my punishment with it came a series of rather humiliating discussions between Master and his guest about my behaviour and some Tabasco added to a butt plug that was duly inserted and a little icy gel applied with a toothbrush to my clitoris.

After some time I was instructed to coll all the affected areas down with the ice that was so conveniently requested.

Suffice to say, lesson learnt... do not chat to strangers, do not do silly things and post them while Master is away and when I get an itch for a spanking request one from Master or one of my pre-approved disciplinarians.

There is a picture of my flaming fanny , but best I get approval to post is before I get a spanking on my already very tender fanny.

Will request permission overnight and hopefully Master will allow me to publish it. Just of course as a warning to any other bottom, sub ,spouse and may I have learnt the lesson on behalf of all.

It is pure unadulterated hell, it has not stopped burning or radiating heat since this morning and it will be a very very long time ( like ever) before I cross this particular line.

Scarlett