You join the queue, keeping one eye on the drifting daylight.
At last your turn, you pay and go to leave.
The exit is blocked by 4 youths who make your exit impossible.
A bottle in each hand makes you vulnerable as a hand reaches under your jumper and cups your breast, tweaking your nipple, another hand from another youth cups your other breast.
A flash and the street lamps take it in turn as they light up the streets, your heart misses a beat.
You look to the counter and see the owner on the phone and looking your way, as if talking about you.
A hand touches your pussy and you jump backwards and tears fill your eyes, you gather inner strength and force your way out of the store.
Not looking back you run as fast as you can chasing daylight, but to no avail.
At last you arrive home, in your hurry you had forgotten to take a key.
You lift your hand to access the knocker, at the same time you see the door handle being pushed down and the door begins to open.
You see the back of your Master as the door swings open, as if it is a revolving door.
Stepping inside you close and then drop the catch lock on the door.
All you can hear is your heart thumping in your chest like a bass drum... Your breath struggling to keep you on your feet.
Trembling hands you put His wine on the hall stand as you change from outdoors to indoor footwear.
Now unsteady feet walk towards the kitchen with His wine, a bottle in each hand. Opening the fridge door you place the wine into the door rack.
Your Master is the fairest and most sensitive man you could ever wish to meet.
He has sat down with you on hundreds of occasions to aid your training... Talking and listening, giving and taking He shows His loyalty you.
In return he demands your loyalty, obedience and trust. Giving those three automatically entitles you to give and receive all his love.
Love is the basis of all relationships in this and most other Households.
The Master and Head of Household is the fairest of Sirs.
His rules and penalties could not be more simple and easy to understand and His guidance with the aid of correction and reminders the fairest you could ever wish for.
Your breath returns to normal but your mind belongs to a Grand Prix.
4 years ago, almost to the day you were under similar circumstances, the squeak of tyres and you rushed to the door, just as a large black car went out of view.
As you went to close the door you saw a bundle in the road.
On closer inspection you found a small dog, which had been knocked down by the disappearing car.
A visit to the vet and a return home alone by the aid of the street lamps brought you in front of Sir.
It was explained to you of the seriousness of being outside, alone, by streetlight.
With only your top and skirt to remove you were soon ready for Sirs attention.
In such cases it was explained the security of a warm up spanking was dispensed with and your position attached to the ceiling hook was soon evidence of the seriousness of your actions.
The ankle spreader bar attached securely was also testament of the amount of trouble you were causing your Master.
A fact which you must remember when apologising at the end of your correction.
The long tailed whip covered every inch of your back to your waist whilst the medium strap took control of your tits nipples and midriff.
The cane made sure that you never forgot that visit to Sir`s study or the seriousness of being out after the agreed curfew.
Sir started with the intermediate cane, striping every 2 inches from your waist to your bottom crease on the back, and waist to your neatly shaved pussy on your front.
The thin tawse with the triple cuts at the end took care of everything else below the bottom.
Sirs attention to detail ensured no part of your body was neglected and the two hours spent on the administration was indeed time well spent to ensure you would never have to endure Sir`s parting words after you had apologised to him, if you ever need to appear between Me on such a matter again, you will think your skin had been turned inside out.
It was now time, time to visit the study Knock, knock........................
Enter, I repeated, not really giving you chance to come in after the first command.
Your frightened body quietly comes into My sitting room.
You know the routine, particularly when you, a fully trained submissive lowers her demeanor to become a slave.
You remove your top and short skirt, your only allowed in door clothing, and you assume the Gor position of submission.
Kneeling down in front of me, back arched, tits sticking out proud, head held high, eyes lowered, knees wide apart and your hands upturned upon them, showing your availability.
A position that I know in different circumstances you love, but I see the sorrow etched in your face and eyes.
Knowing its not sorrow for your meager body, but sorrow in letting Me down, the second time in only 4 years.
I carry on reading, allowing you some thinking time.
I know it is not needed but as the Head of Household I know the importance of humiliation.
I allow a full hour, time for reflection but also time for me to lose any anger I may have had inside Me due to your disobedience.
As a HoH Dom, I never punish during anger.
I stand and make you jump at my movement as you awake from your trance.
I make a point of brushing against you as I walk to My cabinet and take out My leading cane.
Walking back to you i cut a stroke across your nipples, you stand immediately and I begin to walk to the punishment room.
Your breasts push onto My cane as I lead you. You know failure to keep attached to my leading cane will earn you 10 extra cuts across your nipples and breasts on the way to My room.
We enter the room and I see an extra shiver run through your body as I stand you before Me.
Your eyes full of tears and sorrow, but no fear, you know I am your Master and would never ever harm you, a strange parody for what is to unfold.
I hold out the cane and you take it in both hands and hold it in front of you, outstretched.
I leave you and adjust the height of My Catholic horse.
A triangular piece of rough wood suspended at each end to whichever height I want.
I come back for you and take you to the horse.
Your hands are shackled and I fasten them to the ceiling hook and pull you onto tiptoes.
The bar of the horse is made higher so that the angled piece of the wood is rested against your open pussy lips.
I pull one more notch on your hands to raise you even higher, and finally adjust the wood height to be pressed firmly into your crotch.
Whilst on tip toes, no pain, as you tire and rest onto the wood the pressure makes your lips swell and bruise.
The look of acceptance in your face gives me the knowledge of your love for Me and the knowing in your mind that it is going to be a long evening.
I sit once again and read, the quietness of the room punctuated by my turning of pages, or your whimpering.
Every whimper of your discomfort is met with six cuts of My lead cane, 2 across each breast and 2 across the fullness of your bottom.
After each lesson I add to your humility by pulling on your lips and seeing how nicely swollen they are becoming.
The pain you suffer is only reflected in your eyes not in your voice.
As your toes tire so do the amount of lessons needed until one full hour has past, over double a normal horse correction.
I lower your hands as your pussy lips make full contact with the rough angled wood, a perfect fit as the bruising has grown to match the exact shape of the wood.
The bar is lowered and you stand on unsteady legs, awaiting My next command.
I pick up my cane and lead you to the St. Andrews Cross...............
Being shackled tight to the St. Andrews Cross, draws a line in the sand of how far the following punishment will go.
I have already decided on the Cat O Nine Tails, maximum impact for minimum effort.
The large blue cabinet houses all the whips as I remove the 9 Tails from its designated position.
I unfurl each individual strip of leather laying each length on the table, all 9 strips ready I lift the heavy leather handle and let the tails hang down.
Walking in front of you I drag the whip behind Me. It is part of what we have, for Me to allow you to see the next stage of your punishment.
Your breathing becomes shallower as I take my position behind you.
My free hand touches your bottom, rubbing roughly, the omission of a warm up spanking leads me to want to have at the very least your nerve endings ready.
Reaching beneath you I feel your split dry pussy, the St. Andrews Cross gives no thought to modesty of the female body.
I take a strip of leather from my pocket and walk to your face and raise it, awaiting your response.
You nod and open your mouth, I place the leather between your teeth and you bite hard.
Taking my position, push my arm behind me, then allow it to rush forward at speed, WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK, each tail finding its new temporary home, round your neck, over your shoulder blades, under and over your captured arms.
Each one then falling away and leaving a white, red then crimson stain.
I hear the wind rush from your body and a stifled groan.
WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK, the second stroke finds new resting places, your middle back down to your waist, wrapping round your midriff with a sickening thud. Undistinguishing noises escape your leather filled lips.
WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK, covers every inch of your bottom, in your bum crack and spilling onto your open pussy lips. A muffled cry of acknowledgement escapes your mouth.
WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK, and the attention moves to the back of your legs and down to your calves.
Standing back, the individual strips have done their job, angry stripes in every direction begins to make a pattern.
Working back up and then back down your body again I fill in new areas with My skilful application. Giving plenty of time between each stroke for maximum effect.
Your body goes limp, then returns to life all the way through, the tight straps holding you in perfect position.
I lay the whip down on the table and roll each individual length back up, I then return it to its place in the cabinet.
Once again I sit, only the sound of you catching your breath and your disguised sobs fill the room.
Given due time for you to compose I walk in front of you and hold the leather strip, your mouth opens and I remove it.
Your ankles followed by your arms are unfastened, your hands assume their position at the back of your head as you await instruction.
As you step back from the cross all the over spill stripes adorn the sides and front of your body.
The back of you resembling a game of snakes and ladders.
You stand for 15 minutes, I pick up the lead cane and whip your nipples then lead you to the caning stool.
You bend fully over without instruction and I fasten you tightly in place.
Your patterned bottom in an ideal caning position.
Walking to the cane cabinet it can only be the senior bamboo I choose.
I walk behind you and spread your ass cheeks and wedge the cane between them, then sits back on my chair.
As seconds turn to minutes I arise and remove the cane.
Taking my position I begin to lightly tap, tap, tap across your spread bottom then my arm goes above my head and SSWWIISSHH CCRRAACCKK as a full bodied cut covers both cheeks. A welt soon rises proud from your skin.
Tap, tap, tap, SSWWIISSHH CCRRAACCKK, an inch below gets a gasp from you.
Tap, tap, tap, SSWWIISSHH CCRRAACCKK, in sickening repetition, cut after cut, all evenly placed and each bringing a response from your lips.
10 full hard cuts adorn your bottom from your waist to the back of your knees. I stop, spread your cheeks, and wedge the cane between again. I take my seat as you cry and sob.
As your noise subsides I remove the cane and replace it in its cabinet.
Unfastening your restraints I allow you to stand, hands again behind your head.
Tapping your breast I lead you to the wall, you place your nose against the wall and I resume my sitting.
Quarter of an hour passes as I speak for the first time and allow you to stand facing me.
As Head of Household I must maintain discipline in My home as a warning and lesson to others.
"You Are Forgiven"
I take you into my arms and encourage your tears as i rock you backwards and forward.
I cuddle your naked beaten body for over and hour till your tears subside into infrequent sobs.
Lifing up your chin i kiss your lips as if we were young lovers.
Setting you back onto the floor, i stand and leave the room...........
It was with great regret that I had to issue such a severe beating. She had been in My Household for 7 years.
Whilst she had received her share of correction, as defined in My recorded punishment book, she was by no means the worst in our home.
Indeed some had almost double her entries.
She was the most loving, honest and trustworthy sub, but;
Her lacking of obedience was her downfall.
It was her second such incident since she had been with Me.
One can be construed as a mistake, but two is disobedience.
Sir was always very generous towards me. He gave me everything I could ever wish for, and more besides.
In all my years with Him I have loved and cherished the relationship as He as Head of Household and I as being in need of Taking in Hand.
A sub/slave needs daily guidance on which road to take and of which job is required.
I have been everything from stand in Housekeeper to Sir's bed warmer in the depths of winter.
It is with the greatest regret I caused Sir to have to take the time to beat me so hard for my disobedience.
Nothing is ever as clear cut as it seems.
Both stories were of the total love, trust, and respect, but lacked one essential ingredient, obedience.
Even though fully forgiven; a taxi removed her from my household that very next day to the place from which she came, who would give her a full years training before finding her a new placement.
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