8/17/08 slave journal entry
Master is strict. I misbehaved. Clearly, He has told me not to use his computer. While He was at work, I logged on and used His. Why? I do not know. I guess I just wanted to. I suppose the guilt set in and I confessed to it. Why? Well, two reasons. I knew I misbehaved. I also felt guilty. Meekly, I approached Him. I recall saying, “Master….” And the rest I’ve forgotten. His face became stern and His body stiffens. He looked at me in almost disbelief that I had broken His rule. Matter of frankly he says, “I already knew that.” I should have already known.
Immediately, He tells me to remove my clothes and lay face down upon the bed. With my head at the foot area, lying upon my stomach, I can only wait. He approaches with two implements. One is a leather slapper, the other is a cane (the dreaded cane, I must add). I am then asked to choose which will punish me. Decisions. The cane on the one hand will hurt like hell. On that note, so will the slapper. My bottom is supple and bared. Each one will kiss my ass with the same injurious blows. Apparently, my hesitation calls for Master to say, “if you don’t choose, I will use both.” ‘Nuff said. I choose the cane, most likely because I felt I was dreaming, the other part of me just could not think. The prospect of using both was enough to make me give this knee jerk reaction to choose my dreaded implement.
I feel my skin tense. My body is feeling wretched. Yes, I deserve this, but I don’t want it. Yet, I desire and need discipline. Master brings the cane upon my bottom, he teases me with it, gently stroking my backside with it. Master then taps my fleshy ass with it, marking His spot. The point of impact. I cringe and bury my head in my hands, preparing for the first blow. Master speaks.
“This is serious,” He says. “You are not to touch my computer. It is wrong to disobey.” I softly say, “Yes Master.”
His one hand then secures my lower back, making it difficult for me to move.
Blow one.
Blow two.
I squirm. I cry out. I beg, plead. I say I am sorry, which I am. It falls on deaf ears.
Master continues to strike with each blow biting at my skin.
He begins to speak again, yet I am so immersed in the pain, I can barely understand. I know it is a rebuke, but my tears begin falling, my soul is trembling.
I am gripping the bed sheets with my hands, clenched, and they begin to turn white.
The agony well deserved.
Soon enough it is over.
I suddenly feel very small in this universe. Master’s strong body hovers over me and He rests upon my back.
“All is forgiven.”
I melt.
“thank You, Master,” I whisper.
He kisses my back and it sends shivers.
“That was sooo hot,” I say. “Awesome scene.”
“Yum, “ He says.
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8/18/08 slave journal entry
“Remove your clothes and lay face down on the bed.”
Beneath me, the silky covers console my body. Soon, it will be all I have. The cool sheets remind me of my vulnerability. Alone I am to ponder my fate.
Footsteps.
I can see the shadow he projects on the carpet as he enters the room. I hear his breath. Almost methodically, He tosses something on the bed. Three things? Doom looms…
“Your education is very important.” He seethes. “Out with friends when you should be working on school is disobedience.”
Our conversation was flowing and then I slipped.. The shock on His face, immediate anger, and I had no recourse. In mere words, simple words, I sealed my current position.
“I’m going to hurt you.”
I bite my lip.
Something is lifted from the bed. I cannot see what it is, but my skin recognizes it immediately. It is a thin pliable cane and it is melting into my flesh.
With his hand on my back, he says, “I’m going to warm you up, because this is going to be long and painful. You must pay for your transgressions.”
His hand placed firmly on my lower back is like a vice.
“I love You, Master…” I call out, no response. I know He loves me, that goes without saying. In saying this, I perhaps thought I’d evoke some sympathy.
Thwack.
My thighs, my bottom, that crease on my bottom and I’m screeching, thinking, this is a warm up?
I try another tactic.
“I did admit to it, does that count for anything?”
I guess not.
The implement drops. The next chosen.
I lay still.
A barrage of stinging swings beats down upon me.
No mercy.
I am crying.
As He lays down this cane, another weapon of choice is decided.
For a fleeting moment, I have a reprieve.
As soon as I inhale, He exhales with stinging whips across my bruised flesh. I am battered. I am broken.
It stops.
I inhale and am then told to kneel before Him.
“kneel and bow” He says. I do. My ass aflame, I push it up to the air with my nose to the floor. His foot then rests upon the small of my back.
“You are forgiven.”
“You may service the Master.
I undo His pants and begin to suckle His large cock.
“You do not have permission to swallow.” He pants.
As he explodes in my mouth, I hold it.
“Show me.”
I look up and show Him.
“You may swallow.”
A moment passes.
“Get on the bed, on all fours, face the wall.”
As He begins to mount me, I hear Him say, “Don’t move.”
I am still.
He penetrates me.
He thrusts, so hard, it is difficult to remain still.
He grips my small waist; my breasts are jostled back and forth by force.
Just as I am nearly unable to contain it, I am given permission to cum, and I do, with every inch of my body.
The burn on my backside is complemented by ecstasy.
I am then handed Master’s journal and I write as he dictates.
If I only hadn’t slipped up… I wouldn’t have this silly grin on my face.
