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Posted by sweetie on Wed 1 Aug 07, 1:40 AM
Late, pt 3
"I have something I want you to do…" the words were echoing around and around in my head. What? What could He want me to do? i had a bad feeling about this…
i followed Him up the stairs and into my room, lifted down my suitcase and opened the wardrobe.
"Pack" one word, curtly spoken, and He began pulling out clothes.. all my favourites.. all His favourites… throwing them in a pile on the bed.
My shock must have registered with Him, because He stopped and looked over His shoulder at me…
"Come on girl, do you think I have all night, get these clothes packed into this case, RIGHT NOW!"
i jumped, He almost never shouted, only when His temper was really being tested.. i scrambled to the bed and began folding the clothes and placing them into the case, maximising space so that they would all fit.. Shoes followed and armfuls of underwear… though the toybox stayed resolutely shut.
'Master' i ventured, 'am i going somewhere?'
He stopped again and turned, "No, you are not going anywhere, but as I can't trust you to stay here without supervision, I'm going to make sure you can't go out… I'll be taking your clothes with me, if you behave well enough I may let you earn them back, but it seems your liberty is a privilege you do not deserve. You do not need to leave the house for anything, you work from home and I will arrange for groceries to be delivered.. if you need anything else, ask me, and if I think you deserve it, I will get it for you. Now, pack the rest of these clothes before you really make me lose my temper"
i finished the packing, tears coursing afresh down my face… by the time we had both finished all that was hanging in my wardrobe was a terry bathrobe and a satin robe.. no shoes, no underwear, nothing… everything else was in the case…
"Put something on, I'm going to put this in the car" and He left, taking all my clothes with Him… my hands shook as i put on the satin robe… i wasn't silly enough to try and cover up with the bathrobe and i followed Him downstairs again..
"One more task," He said as He headed into the kitchen, as i walked through the kitchen and into the dining room i was astonished to see, seemingly, every clock in the house lined up on the table.. and in front my nemesis – the crop…!!
i looked uncomprehendingly at my Master, what was this all about?
"Time seems to be a problem for you, you were 60 minutes late, you will receive 60 strokes of the crop"
panic made me bold, 'but Master, i was here… i was only 1 minute late to the door…' i saw the look of grim satisfaction on his face.
"Do you call me a liar, slut? if you would care to check your watch against every clock on this table you will see that how your carelessness has betrayed you, these clocks tell the correct time because I maintain them for you – the only timepiece you have any responsibility for is the one on your wrist – the one you continually neglect… and so for every minute you kept me waiting you will receive one stroke of the crop, 60 in all… assume the position against this table, as I am careful of the use you have already had this evening, I will proceed in 6 batches of 10, now… move!!"
an hour? A whole hour? Could my watch really be a whole hour out? Oh i knew it slipped time sometimes, but only a few minutes… it had been responsible for me being late before.. but a whole hour…? And then suddenly, like a tropical rainstorm, the memory of Him going about the house, just before He left only 2 nights ago, changing all the clocks, reminding me that daylight saving time was coming into effect, and to remember to change my watch!!! We had played all day and i was so tired that i just went to bed… and Sunday i just listened to cds, no tv, no radio, not even the pc… i had completely forgotten!
As i stepped up to the table, my legs shaking, he offered me the gag, "do you want this?" the concern evident in His voice brought fresh tears to my eyes, He knew i hated the gag, but He also knew i had to live with my neighbours… the police had been called too many times in the past, only to be stunned, amused and then titillated as i had had to explain to them that i was screaming because i was being beaten… but i was being beaten because i wanted to be…
Ashamed i nodded, and stood, head bowed as he fastened the gag buckle at the back of my head.
Quaking, i took my position, thighs against the table edge, stomach stretched over the surface, hands gripping the opposite side, i was grateful for the support as i felt Him walk behind me and raise my robe, people say 'my legs turned to jelly' but i was so afraid of what was coming, that mine really did! i could have stopped it, i could have whispered the safe word that He had given me three years earlier, but i knew this was my fault – i knew that if i did not learn this lesson, and learn it fast, it would destroy us.. and i would be released… and alone…. for ever…. So i didn't stop it, i bent over the table and didn't even whimper as my backside was bared.
"I'll do this as evenly as possible, pet," i could hear the sorrow in His voice, He didn't want this any more than i did, "steel yourself"
And so it began… the first stoke landed high, almost onto my back, and the second mirrored it, the third lower, but over-lapping, the fourth, once again repeated on the opposite side.. each stroke sliced through me like a knife, but leaving a burning welt behind, each overlap burning more than the last… at 10 i was sobbing like a child and glad of a break, and he loosened the gag to give me a sip of water and, humiliatingly, to blow my nose, then the gag was refastened and we were off again… it took 30 strokes to cover my ass from top to bottom, the last strokes taking the most tender flesh between the buttock and leg… i was howling like a banshee and just wanted to get it over… as He took the gag off again i blurted out, 'please, just get it over with Master, don't give me time to recover, please, i'm begging you, just finish it" He wiped my face, replaced the gag and laid into me again… stroke after stroke was laid perpendicular to the first layer, every square millimetre of my bottom was bright red, welted, burning, my world consisted only of pain, more pain and His voice counting, "43…44…45"
i don't know how long i lasted.. i only knew that it was quiet, that the voice i had heard screaming for so long had stopped… that the gag was gone, and the counting was over, that i was no longer lying on the table, but on my bed… i could feel gentle hands, His hands, smoothing lotion on to my poor bottom, i moved my head to see Him and He realised i had come around...
"you did well, pet," he smiled at me, "I hit 60 before you passed out… I'm very proud of you. When all this is over we can go into London again, not to the dungeon this time, shopping, I'll buy you something pretty to join these three together." and He indicated my new piercings… we had agreed on them some time ago.. my nervousness being the only thing that had stopped us going ahead with them… now they were done, we would have to find our fun elsewhere for the next 4 to 6 weeks as they healed, but i was proud of them already… they marked me permanently and indelibly as His…
"We can go to Breathless and buy you something nice…" and he looked at me questioningly
'a locking collar' i whispered, smiling, happy again 'one that i'll never get off...'
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