Caught and Punished

As I am putting away the dishes from my evening snack, I think back to the other day. I broke one of Master's rules, and as a consequence I was told that for one week I would have to obtain his permission in order to masturbate. No matter the time of day, I would be required to receive an affirmative response either verbally, by phone, text or email.

After cleaning up the mess from my snack I make my way up the stairs to my room for the night. Knowing Master is gone and would not be back for a few hours. And it had been a few days since I had been touched. What would it hurt?

I was almost at my 1st orgasm when Master opened the door, and saw me on my bed, with my knees pulled up to my chest and covers up to my chin. I don't realize that he could see the glimmer of moisture on my fingertips, and that he know it is from my cunt. I growl low

"You are very naughty! Since you want an orgasm so badly, Master is going to GIVE you orgasms!"

I feel my cunt going numb even as I fight back a tear at the fear. As he approach the side of my bed, he tells me

"Lay flat on your back."

Once I was in position he leaned down to bring our faces closer, but he tilt my head up clearly hoping to distract me with a kiss. He place his palm against my breastbone and gently but firmly pushes me down.

"No." He says. "This isn't punishment. You have been disrespectful and there will be consequences. Do not move again unless I tell you."

I whisper back with a frown, "Yes Master."

He roughly striped my blanket away revealing my naked body completely. Closings my eyes, he raised my hands above my head and I took hold of my headboard.

"Do not let go, and whatever happens, do NOT move again until I say." He then said "I have not raised my voice above that of a quiet conversation, but I can see your hands tremble as you follow my command."

We have done something like this before, but this is the first time he made me close my eyes for it. He stood up and could see the fear and anticipation in the slight shivers which spread down through my arms. He continued to watch, not saying or doing anything as he watched my fear and anticipation build.

The shivers have spread through my entire body, and even though he was not touching me, he could see my breaths coming faster and faster, as well as a fine sheen of sweat that has broken out on my body from the effort of remaining perfectly still.

He knew I was on the verge of an orgasm when he interrupted me, that I haven't had an orgasm in 5 days, and he planned to take full advantage of these facts.

He leaned back down and whispered in my ear, "Don't. Move." as he drug a fingertip slowly and ever so lightly across my collarbone, then breathe into me "Cum for Master."

He stood again and watched as every muscle in my body goes rigid while I struggled not to move and my first orgasm of the day crashed through me like a series of waves. To him it seems like seconds, but he knows that to me it feels like much longer as my orgasm subsides and he leaves me gasping from the effort.

I moved a little, but managed to remain mostly still when he came for me, and my eyes remained tightly shut. He was so proud of me that he chose to overlook the minor movements of my toes curling, and my tiny hands squeezing the unyielding wood of our headboard. He slid his finger down between my breasts as he planned my next orgasm.

After my 6th orgasm I Started to lose the battle against my own body, and it shows. I managed to stay mostly still for much longer than he expected, but he can see and hear that I am at my limit. It shows in the random spasms he starting to see rippling across my body, in the tears streaming from my tightly clenched eyes, and in my panting whimpers

"No more Master...I'm sorry...I want to be good again."

It takes him a moment to clear the lump in my throat to respond. "Okay sweetie, come here." He gathers me up in his strong arms for a hug, and as I kiss my neck I whisper "Would you like to help Master cum now too?" and he can feel me nodding vigorously into his neck as I squeak

"Yes please."

He gently places me back on the bed with my bottom on the edge of the bed, then steps back and starts undressing as I lean forward to watch. He removes his shirt, tossing it to the floor behind him, then follows that with his undershirt. I lick my lips as he unbuckles his belt, I bite my lip thinking and knowing he'll be using that on my ass later. As he slides his pants off, kicks them aside along with his shirts, then slides his underpants down, freeing his throbbing shaft to bob just inches from my face. As I start to lean in, he ask, "Where would I like him to fill me up?"

I know what he wants me to tell him, before I speak, his fingers dive towards my glistening wet cunt.

"Lay back baby-girl and pull your knees up for me." I comply, he begin to gently glide his cock along the opening to my cunt, then up over my clit and back down, gathering my moisture across the head and shaft. "Good girl" he moaned as he slid back down my folds and pressed just the head of his member into me, then he slid his palms down your thighs, along my bottom and wrapped his hands around my hips.

As he continued I could feel my body building towards my next orgasm, he could see my eyes roll back as he kneaded my breasts with one hand, while he moved his other hand up, placing his thumb in my mouth and I began sucking on it. The sudden wet clenching of his sex around me as I cum, pushing me over the edge as well.

Gasping at the force of my own orgasm, he leaned down to gather me in his arms, with his cock still inside me. He hugs me tight, kiss my neck and stroke my hair as he tells me how good him make him feel that. I can't stop orgams even without permission.

I whimper as he stands back up and eases his shaft back out of me. He smiles down at me.

"Come with me sweetie."

He walked down the hall to his Dungeon. Once inside he had me knee on the knee pad. He walked toward the door and he paused and looked down at me, and I knew he was about to teach me a lesson for what I had done earlier

"That's my cunt, isn't it?" He said, matter-of-fact.

"Yes," I obliged. The mischievous look returned in his eyes.

"It is, isn't it?"

"Yes," I repeated, firmer this time. "All yours." And he walked out the door.

He had been gone for what seemed like forever. When he returned he had his belt. He stepped behind me, had me stand and walked me toward the chair. He braced me against the chair, ready for the sting of the first slap. The first slap landed, and I gasped. The pain was sharp but bearable. But I knew that each individual swat didn't matter. As the punishment continued the pain would build.

At first I counted the slaps, hoping, praying that he would stop at ten. It would be okay then; I could handle just ten. But 10 came and went and I found myself desperately hoping that he would stop at 20.

But, There was no let up. He was deaf to my pleas. The slaps landed, hard and regular. My bottom ached terribly. Each slap that landed made me cry out. The pain was fast and hot and tender. As my punishment continued, I began to cry.

At last, after what seemed like ages, he paused. When the next slap did not arrive, I relaxed, relief flooding through me. Master took me by the shoulders and turned me around. My backside stung.

"Are you sorry?" he asked. I nodded, but caught the look in his eye and replied:

"Yes."

Turn around," he repeated, and he took my shoulders and turned me gently back to the chair. He walked away opening a draw. I felt him touch me and I knew he was back. "This will hurt," he warned, not unkindly. "This will hurt a lot."

I risked a glance over my shoulder to see him holding his favorite bullwhip.

"Please,". "Not that."

There was a swishing noise, and then the first blow landed. It hit so hard I felt the shockwave through my whole body. And the lashes kept coming, as swift as before, but many times more painful; none of the comfort of skin on skin. I could not hold back my yelps of pain, no matter how hard I bit down on my lip. The tears began again, and I found myself sobbing uncontrollably between each lash.

I released the chair and turned around. "... please... no more. I don't want..."

"Quiet." He remained quite calm, though breathing heavily. "Take the punishment".

He spun me around and Snap! Snap! Snap! I was sure that I could not take much more. If only he would stop. If only it could be over--I would never make him angry again. A final lash cracked across her bottom. And then it was finished.

He stood me back up and said that what you get for touching yourself......