I was a bad girl and somehow managed to burn supper. And it was your favorite... You tell me to strip and go find a switch outside without leaving the back yard. The lower lip juts out: But Master, its cold out! There's snow! One simple word: go. I drop my head, disrobe and quietly head out the door. Headed to the tree line, I'm so caught up in my own head I didn't hear you come outside behind me.
Looking around I finally find one that I hope will not hurt too badly. I turn to look around to figure out which way back is home and nearly jump out of my skin. You are less than 10' from me with rope in your hand. Master?
Do you think you could last out here another 10 minutes my pet? After a moment's thought, I say Yes Master. You must want something since you followed me and have rope with you. I don't want to disappoint you.
You walk over to me, catch my chin in your hand and turn my face up to yours so you can kiss me. Then you turn me around and march me over to a big, old tree. Hug the tree pet.
Oohhh. I wrap my arms as far around the tree as I can. You walk around and tie my wrists together. Then you tie my legs similar with them a bit more than shoulder width apart. I'm so lost in my head space already due to the tactile overload. The rough bark rubbing my hard nipples with every breath I take. Not to mention the rest of my body that it is rubbing against. The cold. The cold heightens every single little thing that touches my skin.
Master? You are not doing anything but standing behind me, just out of clear sight, watching me squirm.
I'd ask how you were doing my little one if I didn't already know from the wetness running down your inner thigh.
I swear my entire body must have flushed with embarrassment.
10 swats are on the menu tonight since my dinner burned my pet. My head once again hangs as much as possible due to my shame at displeasing you and making you wait to eat... Yes, Master, I'm so very sorry.
One. My entire body jumps scratching itself against the rough bark even more.
Two. Listening more closely this time, I heard it coming and attempted to relax. I did not jump as bad. The warm tingling is starting.
Three. The pain is pain, but not really. The pleasure is great. My nipples are sore, they feel like you've been sucking and biting on them for hours. My wetness has literally reached the ground beneath me.
Four. There is no pain.
Five. I am snapped out of my head space when I hear you repeatedly calling out to me. Pet? Mmmm. Yes Master? I'm sorry Master, I was enjoying my punishment. Oh really little one? I couldn't tell from all that moisture literally dripping down onto the ground under you.