Grovelling
Three Days. That’s All It Took.
Our new set of rules has existed for exactly three days. And somehow, within those three very short days, I’ve managed to break almost every single one of them and build myself a rather impressive punishment list.
I genuinely tried to behave. I really did. But around our friends, I always feel so safe and comfortable that sometimes my mouth moves considerably faster than my brain.
Thankfully, Miss spared me the humiliation of punishing me right there in front of the girls. Instead, she saved everything up for Sunday evening.
She started by chaining me to our bed. After giving me a careful once-over to make absolutely sure I was truly helpless and at her mercy, she disappeared from the room.
When she returned, she was carrying a ball gag and one of our biggest dildos.
She fastened the gag around my head, briefly checked in about my safeword, and then began my punishment.
Her first choice was the tawse.
She went to work on my ass, which was still marked by a few lingering welts from my previous punishment. But after a while, apparently that wasn’t satisfying enough for her.
I wasn’t screaming loudly enough.
So she exchanged the tawse for a large, heavy rubber paddle.
Those strokes steal the breath from your lungs for a second.
Again and again, the cold, heavy material slammed into me until I was crying into my gag. Eventually, my backside started to feel numb, and I simply surrendered to each new blow. She made sure the backs of my thighs received their share as well.
Only when my poor ass looked as though it might actually glow in the dark (and I must have taken well over a hundred strokes) did she switch implements again.
This time, she used the riding crop, painting thin welts across my already swollen skin.
The sharper pain immediately had me twisting against my restraints again.
“Mmm. I know exactly what you want when you wiggle your ass like that,” Miss murmured into my ear.
I frantically tried to protest through the gag.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you? Oh, I’ll be very happy to grant that wish.”
I knew exactly what that meant.
Miss had been completely ignoring my pussy for weeks, so there was really only one other place she could possibly have in mind.
She spat onto my backentrance and expertly pushed the enormous dildo inside me. I screamed into my gag.
She barely gave me any time to adjust before she began driving it deeper, soon pushing it all the way into my ass.
And then, as if that wasn’t humiliating enough, she made me participate in my own punishment.
I had to fuck myself with the dildo, rocking my body backwards and forwards as far as the chains would allow.
Absolutely humiliating.
After what felt like an eternity, apparently even that became too boring for her. She grabbed the Magic Wand and began pleasuring herself while taking control of the dildo again, repeatedly pulling it almost completely out before thrusting it brutally back into my ass.
Over and over.
She continued until she finally came.
By then, I was sobbing uncontrollably.
Eventually, she stopped.
And then we cuddled.
Me still in chains.
When she finally released me, we went outside into the garden to continue the aftercare in the evening sunshine and fresh air. I was beginning to relax when Miss leaned close and whispered into my ear:
“There’s still one punishment left.”
With that, she walked into the conservatory and reached for the cane that hangs rather ominously right beside the door as a permanent warning.
Once again, I had to bend over in our garden.
And once again, the cane landed across my already thoroughly abused backside.
All I could do was desperately hope that none of our neighbours had noticed anything.
Bright red with embarrassment, I hurried back into the house and got the shower ready.
We kissed wildly beneath the water, and I was allowed to kneel behind her and pleasure her ass with my tongue.
In return, she showed my poor, thoroughly punished butthole absolutely no mercy with her fingers. Although, thankfully, she spared me the soap and even the enema that would have completed my humiliation perfectly.
And now?
Now we’re curled up together on the sofa.
My ass is absolutely ruined, my dignity disappeared somewhere around stroke number fifty…
…and apparently my final task for tonight is making Miss come with my mouth.
Again.
And again.
And again.
