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....

Who is the boss? sluttySir is boss and may sluttymiss never forget it!

sluttySir certainly took charge in no uncertain terms and made me understand how it would play for the rest of the weekend... no more sex for me and certainly pain and punishment was on the cards...I would be paying for every bit of torment and teasing I had put him through in the past weeks as well as for being insolent.

see flogger marks on thighs with individual knot marks... sill me!

After being tied up spreadeagled... he added a peg or two for his amusement and my pain... (silly me saying I loved pegs).

Once the pegs had been added and had been on for some time... sluttySir selected a flogger or two from my collection ( most made by me and hand knotted for special effect ) and started flogging me with them... unerringly managing to hit the pegs at regular intervals making the pegs bite in deeper and tear at my flesh... making me squirm and wriggle hopelessly trying to avoid the lashes making the pegs wobble more and bite in deeper causing agony!

pegs everywhere...and I mean everywhere!

One by one sluttySir whipped the pegs off my inner thighs and arms .... once that was completed sluttySir selected the most vicious of my floggers... small pale pink knotted by my own hand made of plastic coated twine about 35 cm's in length and whipped my inner thighs so hard he reduced me to tears ...( I still have the marks with each individual knot mark clearly visible on my upper thighs...

I clearly understood who was in charge ... sluttySir... and a subdued sluttymiss went to dinner with her tender pussy and arms... twinges all over at times... meekly allowing sluttySir to order dinner and drinks...

sluttySir outdid himself at dinner and treated slutty(wellbehaved)miss to a lovely champagne cocktail... more tomorrow!

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!

Punishment Part 2- The Caning

Pink satin panties, skirt hitched up high... waiting....

I left you earlier today with me standing bent bare bottomed bent over a credenza awaiting my punishment with the cane, it was agreed that I would receive 12 strokes of HH's best with a medium weight cane. Well, as everyone knows it has been some time since my last punishment a couple of months thus it is with trepidation and because my little boy is standing outside the door listening to me receive my punishment, that I stand waiting for the first stroke to fall.... damn but that first one hurt and to myself I think if this is what no.1 feels like what are the rest going to be like? As every spankee will tell you the pain and sensitivity increases as the caning progresses.... it jumbles the mind you have no idea what to think of , the searing pain you are about to feel, the burn of the blow you just received or the fact that you should be counting and you loose count or the deepening blush of fire from all the previous blows?

Panties down, pink spanked bottom waiting for the cane!

Swoosh and smack , damn but that hurts.... by the time your mind registers the sound of the cane being swung it has already hit and the next thing you feel with every fibre of your being is the searing burn and ache of the stroke... as I write this every move I make on the chair causes me to experience it again.... it was agony... sweet agony but agony....so twelve strokes of the cane.... jikes!

I usually stand very still for my punishment , not last nite... I was ohh ing and Ahhh -ing and at one stage reared up completely and had to breath deeply to compose myself enough to bend back over the credenza and be ready for another stroke.... 11 done one to go.... the hardest of the lot, right where my bottom and my legs meet.... heaven to Betsy.... that hurt sooooooooooo much.....

done... and dusted...marks  to show!

I usually never mark at all, suffice to say.... I marked well last night... and that on top of my spanking... tender tender bottom. HH's gently soothe my bottom with comforting strokes and released me from my position.... panties and stocking tights pulled up.... a big hug and some pats on my bottom.... and time for little boy's caning.... more about that tomorrow....

One medium weight cane and marked bottom!

Next blog..... another pic and little boy & aftercare!  @ about 10pm South African time!