My Request Fulfilled

Thank you all for the love and continued support. I love each and every comment, question, and concern. You all feel like part of my extended family that is in on a secret!

Yes, I did ask for a punishment after our little situation with the ankle, the lack of communication, and everything that came up in our discussions.

After all, I am a slave at heart, and as His slave, I should behave accordingly. In my mind, and from my experience, I always have this image: a level of decorum (?) expected of me at all times, and in His return from His family meeting, I failed Him.

Yes, I feel I was right to be upset, to be hurt that I was treated as a secondary thought at a time when I felt I should have been a little bit more of a priority. Yes, we had long talks about that and where we both stand in our chosen roles.

In the end, I got to say what needed ot be said. I was allowed ot air my grievances and have myself heard. But at the same time, I could have handled the situation more submissively.

So with that on my mind, I asked ot be properly punished. Something that I have found clears thes the soul, almost like confession was when I was a child and went to Catholic church. Absolution, I think, was the word they liked to use.

The Punishment

With my recent weight loss, it is now easier to bend me over the end of the couch, over the side of a mattress, or wherever to use me or for proper punishment.

His instrument of choice is a flat, thick wooden paddle. Much like when my Owner punished me, he would occasionally have His friend Fred over for whatever reason, and while here, he would witness my punishment. Adding a little humiliation to the session. For this punishment, Master had His friend Gerald here to watch and to participate.

Master had me dress a little more while at home. It's not really much, just some lingerie. However, I have found that havign to remove your clothing or have it ripped off of you before being used adds a huge bit of humiliation to the scene.

Yes, I know. I am usually not a fan of humiliation, but when properly used for good, a mind fuck by someone I trust can actually be a great turn on.

They were in the living room watching whatever it was; I was told to get them fresh beers. I did. I knelt in front of them and handed them their beers. Master asked me if I had any issue with Gerald being there, and I did not.

Master told me to put my hands behind my back, spread my knees, and sit up straight. Then he told Gerald to feel me, and he would find me wet. No matter what I may say or my facial expressions showing fear or sadness, my pussy was hot, wet, and waiting.

Gerald went further and teased my clit, smiling at me as he did. Master asked him if I was shaved smooth. I was. Was I wet, and did His fingers go in easily? Yes, I was. Master was verbally teasing me.

I was then sent to the garage to get the special paddle. Even knowing it was coming. I knew it because I had asked for it; there is a great amount of shame having to go to get the instrument that will soon bring you great pain and present it to my master for His use.

I also had to bring back a towel to protect the furniture.

With the paddle in his hand, Master had me stand in front of the two of them and remove my panties. Asking me if I knew why I was being punished. Yes, I was disrespectful to my Master.

Gerald had no problem fixing His hard cock inside his shorts as I was told to bend over the end of the couch. Hands behind my back and not to move. He told me to expect ten hits and to count each blow and thank Him for them.

For punishment, Master has no warm-up. It's full-on from one to ten. “One, Thank You, Master.” By three, I was tearing up, bouncing from one foot to the other. Master paused enough for Gerald to feel the heat and then feel my wetness. Both had a great chuckle from the fact that I was in pain, crying, yet I was soaking the towel under me.

By ten, I had just collapsed on the couch, crying like a two-year-old. Master even treated me like one and had me stand in the corner in the kitchen, silent. Nose to the corner, hands at my side.

They sat at the bar, discussing all kinds of things, including whether or not they would fuck one of my holes after this. Knowing that with my ass was on fire, fucking it would be painful to me.

Gerald could not hold out and fucked my ass rough on the kitchen counter, telling me that this was for his pleasure as he shot his load, pulled out, and put me straight back in the corner without letting me clean His cock or me.

It was not a pleasure fuck by any means. I was screaming in pain as I was also getting a little pleasure from the pain.

The news started, so I know I was there for thirty minutes as they watched the news and would occasionally check on me as I had cum leaking down my legs. Something that drives me crazy; they both know it. I wanted to clean Him without making a mess on the floor. I wanted to say something, but knew I had to remain silent.

At the end, I was allowed out of the corner, to kiss Master’s feet to thank Him. Gerald had cleaned himself already, but I was made to lick up whatever was on the floor in the corner.

Gerald hugged me, grabbing my still sore ass, to say goodbye and thanked Master for the entertainment. He did not speak to me as He left. Something he is getting good at. Use me and leave.

There is something cathartic about a good paddling. Yes, my ass was sore and on fire, but I had a great feeling, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. A feeling of refreshment, as strange as that sounds.

I was allowed to sleep in His bed that night, and He did rub some cream on my ass cheeks to soothe the pain and help cool the heat!

Before turning off the lights, he made sure we were ok, that the issue was over, and that we could get on with life. Yes. We are good. I learned my lesson, had my punishment, and I feel relieved. The topic is now closed!

Love,
B. slave