Some of you may believe that I am a flawless, well-behaved slave who never messes up or upsets her Owner because I have been doing this for a long time. How i wish i could say that!! Sorry, or maybe not. But I am human as much as i am a slave. so for those of you who like to hear (or to read) the story of a slave being punished, you are finally getting your wish!
Yes, I f’d! up like anyone else does. No matter how long you have been a slave to the same Master, life will always throw you a curveball and you will need to be corrected. At times for things you really had no control over or at least not when you thought you had no control of the situation.
To Be Shaved
When i was presented to my Owner’s new boss, i was not ready to be presented. It doesn’t matter the reason, there is no reason for the slave to fail my Owner with such a normal, simple request. Come home, shave pussy and to make it soft and ready to be touched by or used by others. request. He entered the house, Had me spread my legs and found my pussy to have razor stubble from this morning’s shave. That was not acceptable. knew I would be punished. Unfortunately, Master-Sir was in a hurry and told me in a whisper that He would deal with me later. leaving me to think about the punishment while we were at dinner with His boss and boss’s wife.
There was never another mention by Him on what my punishment would be or when it would be delivered. He has no reason to. I belong to Him and i live by His time clock. Finally, we left the restaurant, parted ways with our guests and Master-Sir drove us home. The ride home was uneventful. He kept His hand in my pussy and we talked about the night. What happened and the usual people do after a night with friends. I was trying to think as He was playing with my now very wet pussy.
We entered the garage, He turned off the car and closed the door. At the moment we were both in front of the car and a few feet from the door to the house, I felt His grip to my back of my neck. Pushing me to the punishment pole. Instead, i was told to lay on the floor as He layed out a mat for me to lay on. And to spread my legs, holding onto the base of the pole with my hands. Not to move and not to close my legs.
I knew what the punishment was going to be, I knew i was going to hate it and it was going to hurt for the next few days. I was already crying. Apologizing and begging for mercy. it wasn’t my fault. Not all of it. Please, Sir! Not tonight!! Even after all these years, you still fall into old habits, hoping for mercy, for Him not be too hard on you for breaking a rule. it was a rule and a rule I knew He found no reason to not enforce.
From the nearby wall, He selected the wide leather belt. It was soft to the touch unless it was being thrown at you from a well experienced Master who wanted it to hurt. It was freshly oiled as I have recently cleaned all the leather toys. His order was to spread my legs and to take my punishment. he was firm and he was not accepting any comments from me.
Pussy Pain Punishment
That first strike was the worst. I say that because it is never easy to get used to and the mind prepares you for the pain, not the torture part of the punishment. Not knowing how many I was to get. My skin was soft from His playing earlier. I was aroused and ready to be fucked, not have my clit smacked hard with a piece of flying leather. Especially one that was immediately followed by several more swats from His rapid delivery.
As Master-Sir is delivering His punishment, He is lecturing me as well. Not that I remember what He was saying but I do know what it was about. Not being ready to be shown off. That I failed and humiliated Him in front of His boss by not having a soft and accessible pussy ready for His use or abuse. I failed Him. That’s all that counts, I failed my Owner.
Master-Sir was also lecturing me on not closing my legs no matter how badly I wanted to shield my abused pussy from his strikes. I knew if I closed them or even made it look like I was about, it would get worse. Much worse. My tears were full gobs f apologies, sniffles and trying to see Him as the tears welled up in my eyes.
Finally, He stopped the whipping and I wanted to close my legs and curl up in a little ball. But He wasn’t done with me yet. Flogging my open pussy and seeing it all bruised and almost bleeding, He wanted to fuck it. Master-Sir stripped out of His clothing and immediately stuck His hard cock into my painful pussy and had His way with me still holding my legs open and my hands on the post.
This was not a loving fuck or a Master enjoying His slave fuck. This was “I need a hole to fuck and I want her hole to feel it burn” fuck. It hurt. He never once showed mercy, love or difference into my suffering as He just quickly fucked my swallon and bruised hole.
Finally pulling out and masturbating Himself onto my face. Not aiming for my mouth, just the tear-stained, makeup running slave face. Once He had finished the punishment, He grabbed His clothes, telling me to crawl behind Him into the house. I tried to be obedient and gracefull in m puppy dog-like crawl behind my Owner. But the pain from whipping, the hard fuck and the mental torture of not being properly used as His fuck toy was hitting me in every fiber of my hurt body and mind.
Once inside the house, I was told to stand in the corner of the kitchen. Do not look at Him. It took all my strength to do as He ordered me to. I was told to pull open my ass and show him my asshole. More humiliation.
Master-Sir went into His verbal humiliation. well earned and well deserved. I had embarrassed Him and i had failed Him. He told me so in every painful word He used. He was expecting to allow His boss to feel the wetness He knew I would have of being displayed like that. Only to find I was not able to be displayed properly.. Master-Sir had to change plans.
He continued to lecture me on what a good slave should be like. Agreeing there was no excuse for such a simple rule as to be properly shaved and smooth to the touch when being presented to someone like His boss. I had failed to please Him and that was the worst thing I could ever do. It hurt me more to hear Him tell me that as my nose pushed into the rock-walled corner.
I heard Him drop His clothing and told me to stay as I was until told otherwise. He was going upstairs to shower. I heard His heavy walking away and I started to cry even more. My self-talk can be more painful than anything a whip, cane or paddle could do and i was self-talking myself into horrible self-punishment.
When He returned, I was allowed to kneel before him and confess my sins. There was no reason for my failure. I should have judged my time better, should have asked my friend to wit to talk later. i could have done many things in order not to fail Him as I did. I agreed to every one of those. There is NO excuse for what had happened. my pussy was still on fire and i was unable to close my legs as he told me to finish my evening chores before joining Him in bed.
I smiled, my first sign of happiness to know i was still allowed to sleep with him that night. But like the Master that He is, He made it difficult. Waking up just to slap my pussy before rolling back over to fall asleep. He would do that for the next several nights. The pain and swelling slowly went away. I was also made to tell Master Chase that He was to use or abuse my pussy as often as possible to keep reminding me of my punishment.