"Oh no! Not again," Steph wailed.
She had, yet again, left her coursework until the last minute and of course got a bad result -- another D-. Her Master Lucifer was not going to be very happy with her. She had already gotten into an argument with him that morning about doing coursework before the last minute. She thought she knew everything and had done it all well enough to get at least a C and pass. She had been wrong. Lucifer had warned her last time that this was not good enough and, if she kept making silly mistakes and failing, she was going to be punished. She sighed again and walked over to the car park at the back of the college and waited for him to pick her up; she was shaking with anxiety.
About ten minutes later she heard him call to her and tell her to hurry up and get into the car, she obediently trotted over and jumped into the front seat beside him, "Hello, Master," she said in a honey-sweet voice and kissed him on the cheek. He automatically knew something was up, she never spoke like that unless she had done something wrong.
"Come on then, what did you do?" he spoke softly, but his tone demanded no question. He wanted the truth straight away and she knew it, but she still had to try to lie.
"I'm sorry, Master, I got a detention because I got in a fight," she whimpered, hoping to be let off lightly.
"No you didn't, the school rang me, Steph! You failed another exam didn't you? This is unacceptable! You will be punished as soon as we get home."
"Yes, Master Lucifer," she replied, she couldn't hide the whine of fear in her voice.
When they got home she was ordered to go straight to her room and strip, go for a shower, and put on nothing but underwear and her collar. While she was in the shower he laid out a vibrating butt plug, a riding crop, a paddle and a vibrator -- and of course his spiked leather belt. The paddle was his favourite along with the belt; the paddle went so far as to have the word slave cut out so it bruised nicely letting the victim remember who was in charge.
He was still contemplating what to do while he waited when Steph came back wearing a strapless black bra and hold-ups. Damn, the bitch was good at making him want to go easy, but she needed to be taught a lesson. He took her down to his dungeon and cuffed her in the centre of the room without saying a word.
"Now," he sighed, "have you anything to say for yourself, young lady?"
"Im sorry, Master, it won't happen again. I learned my lesson. Please let me go."
"NO!" he yelled; his voice growing very stern. "I'm glad you apologised, but you need to be taught a lesson, Steph. Now you get five lashes with each item you see," he told her.
She whined at the array of painful items and, even as she did so, she felt the cold butt plug press against her ass. "NO, DON'T YOU DARE!" she screamed before she could help herself, earning her ten smacks of his hand.
"This is for your own good; don't make me get the gag please, Steph. I do not want to do this, but you never seem to learn.
"Yes, Master," she whimpered again, but quietly this time and allowed him to insert the butt plug.
