my punishment for the felony

As you may recall, i broke one of Master’s cardinal rules. (see previous post)    i’ve been waiting to see if He wanted to offer His perspective but He’s been busy at work and hasn’t had the time to do so. This means you’re stuck with my version of what happened next…

The following events were a result of that severe infraction. i take full responsibility for placing Master in a position where He has to follow through on the rules.

Dec 5th:  Have been awake all night. Dreading the time when punishment occurs. Master offered me a chance to barter what my punishments were to be. Couldn’t sleep –  i couldn’t believe i’m in a situation where I even need to consider things like this.

Update: My punishment initially outlined was as as follows…

15 strikes w/hairbrush on my butt.

15 pussy whips – with my clit ring, it’s a drop-dead fetal-position type of pain.

10 outfits of mine to be donated to Goodwill.

Vibrator – the amount of minutes to be decided by a roll of the dice x 10 min. Example: If a 4 were rolled, then the vibrator would be taped onto me for 40 minutes. Of all the things, i dread this the most. There’s something about when it’s used for torture or punishment that tears at my core.

So Master offers me a way to diminish any of the punishments if i can think of something to substitute them with of equal value. So i come up with something else…

Clothespins. i’d wear them in any manner for a time specified by Him. This would take place of the vibrator.

Master agrees but not completely. i’m to experience the vibrator for 10 whole minutes. Then He explains that He’ll have me wear clothespins on nipples and pussy while we’re out on the town. My clothing is to be tight so that the clothespins can be viewed by others. When we enter a building, i am to remove my winter coat so i’m not covered by it. Humiliation.

i agree in order to reduce the time with the vibrator. He informs me that He’ll remove the clit ring which will help a great deal.

On Saturday afternoon, the punishments begin. Master tells me to remain in the greeting position, my breasts are not to leave the floor, or the count begins again from zero. As i’ve already experienced how hard he can hit with the hairbrush, i know it’ll be difficult this will be.

1 – 2 – 3… i think after this point, i start to sob. It hurts so much but as i don’t want to start again from zero, i hold the position. Master finishes, stands me up and holds me for a while. He says to let Him know when to start the pussy whippings. i want to get it over with, even though the pain from the hairbrush is still fresh.

Master ties my feet above my head and my wrists are tied flat to the bed. There’s not much give in this position and i can’t move or squirm.

Master removes the clit piercing . Though i’m appreciative of His consideration, i don’t care for Him much at this point. (i know i brought this on myself though) He begins. The first strike is to the left of my clitoris and i can handle it okay even though it’s painful. The second strike lands dead-on the clitoris. i nearly scream but manage not to. After a few more strikes, my body starts shaking. i’m not sure if i can do this.

Master continues and i’m glad that not all of them are “on target”. Still, it hurts. i want to rip off my collar and walk out the door. My head is screaming at me that i’m an idiot. But i stay.

Master unties me and forces me to hold onto him. i don’t want to, but i do as i’m told. He doesn’t want me to resent Him or hate Him for my infraction.

After what seemed to be a few short minutes, Master gets the vibrator. The deal is that it stays on for 10 minutes. After only 30 seconds it feels like forever. i’m begging him to please please please have mercy. He’s telling me in a stern voice to keep my hips down, but it’s difficult to do so as then it places the vibrator directly on my clit. My emotions are getting the best of me and tears are streaming. i’m not sure if He had it on the entire 10 minutes but after a while, He shuts it off. Unties me and holds me for a very long time until my tears stop.

i keep telling myself that i actually signed up for this,but for now i’m just too tired to care. Relief floods in that i’ve made it through most of the punishment.

As i don’t feel like going to get groceries that evening, we get a take-out pizza then go to the gym. i took some Tylenol PM to help me sleep so i don’t toss and turn, dreading tomorrow’s public appearance with the clothespins.

But i’ll leave the clothespin event for another blog post…