you walk in the door, wearing nothing but My favorite collar, your head bowed, knowing you are going to be punished... knowing that you should not have done what you done, and not prepared for whatever awaits you. you cross the room slowly to kneel at My feet, offering yourself up – offering yourself up to Me and any twisted plans I have in store for you. A pregnant silence fills the air as you wait to be acknowledged.
I reach down and place My fingers under your chin, lifting your face to look at Me. "Little one? I have one question for you. WHY?"
"I don't know, Daddy," is your mumbled response.
SMACK! My hand leaves a sting on your naked backside. "I asked you a question. I expect to hear an answer."
"I ... I don't know, Daddy." This time, you make sure that I can hear you. I stand, and you assume your place, kneeling at Daddy's side, holding out your leash to Me. I take it in My hand and lead you out of the room and into the garage, affectionately nicknamed the playroom.
I flick on the light switch and let My eyes play over each piece of equipment ... Letting the suspense of the unknown build within you.
Forty lashes over the bench? A session as a plaything for Daddy's friends? It's always hard to tell what Daddy will demand. I finally let My gaze rest on the small padded leather bench in the middle of the room.
I tug on your leash to let you know that I have made My decision. Once we make it to the bench, you crawly onto it, placing your knees in the seat and leaning over the back. I reach down and begin to fasten the shackles to your wrists, the ends of which are permanently attached to the floor. After I ensure that they are secure, but not too tight, I walk around behind you and repeat the process with your ankles. "I don't like to repeat Myself, but I will ask you one more time ... Give you one more chance to avoid this ... WHY?"
You can barely speak through the combination of fear, suspense, and arousal. "I don't know ... I don't know ..." SMACK!
"Do NOT disrespect Me, especially when you are already in trouble!"
The shape of My hand is now clearly visible on your backside. The sting painful, but the lingering tingle of Daddy's touch the only encouragement you need to endure...
I walk across the room, out of sight for you in your current position. you try to remember just what toys and tools are on that side of the room, but your mind is a blank.
you hear Me open one of the storage chests and rattle around for a moment. The next sound you hear is Me walking back over to you. Because you are so familiar with the room, you know that I am right behind you. you hear a soft "click" and a soft hum. Thinking that it's the "rabbit," you begin to squirm, anticipating its frantic buzz upon your clit. you can feel the electric excitement in the air as I pause, making you wait for Me to begin. I lean in close to your ear, and remind you that I do not like squirming.
"Be still, little one. Trust Me, squirming will only make it worse."
The brolic authority in My voice makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end...
And the soft, almost invisible hairs on your back?
CRACKLE! you feel a quick, but definitely new sensation in the middle of your back.
the first thing that comes to mind is a tattoo needle but Daddy isn't a tattooist! you think to yourself, trying to remain still.
I wait, gauging your reaction, your obedience ...
After a minute that seems to stretch on into forever, you realize that the hum is louder than you originally thought.
"Do you accept your punishment, little one? However I see fit for your transgression?"
A whimpered "Yes, Daddy," is your reply. you wonder both what could possibly be causing this sensation and where you'll feel its sting next.
I lean over you and trail My tongue down the back of your arm, leaving the slightest trail of saliva from shoulder, halfway to your elbow. you turn, trying to see...
