On Monday evening, Ellie's apartment intercom buzzes. It's Simone. Ellie buzzes her up. A minute later, Simone knocks at the apartment door and Ellie opens it.
Simone is a very petite, slim-limbed, dark-skinned girl with cropped pure black hair. This evening, she is dressed in knee-high boots with extremely tall heels, tight black leather pants, and an exquisite overbust corset in black and red. The corset is tailored to Simone's figure; it tightens her upper body into an eye-wateringly narrow V, and compresses her small, AA-cup breasts against her chest, creating just a little cleavage. Her shoulders, slender arms and delicate hands are bare. She has numerous ear piercings, and has a silver ring through each one. She wears a thin leather choker, as always. And, today, stylish dark glasses.
She looks dangerous.
Over one shoulder she carries a boutique shopping bag full of equipment. Mostly rope. But there is a bamboo cane sticking out of the back.
"Ma'am sent me to punish you," Simone says. "She said you would be expecting me."
Ellie, wearing shapeless gray sweats, feels acutely underdressed. And quite excited. "Oh yes! Yes. Come in."
Simone steps into the apartment, removing her glasses. Ellie can't take her eyes off of her. Simone is sensationally beautiful, yes, but Ellie especially loves the way she moves. Her poise, her calculated stride in those vertiginous heels, her air of authority. Simone is small, sharp, delicious. She smells amazing. Her voice is warm and syrupy. Her behind is cute and tight.
"This is a nice place," Simone says, looking around. It's her first time visiting Ellie's home.
"It's kind of small," Ellie says. The apartment is cheaply-furnished, but cozy. There is a beaten-up couch with some nice blankets, and some unlit scented candles on the window sill. And some dirty plates. "Sorry. I didn't have time to clean up. I share with my friend Sonja. We had takeout yesterday and didn't... ah. Would you like a drink?"
"No, thank you. This isn't going to take long. Where's your bedroom?"
*
Simone sets her bag down in one corner. She moves like a professional, like a clinician about to administer a course of treatment. It's almost true. "Ma'am would like to know if you've been touching yourself."
"No. Um... Miss Simone." Ellie is more used to taking orders from her and Simone's domme, Miriam. And more used to calling whoever is dominating her "ma'am".
"Good. Get undressed."
Ellie strips her sweats off. She is entirely naked underneath. She stands in front of Simone, uncertainly. She doesn't know what the punishment is going to be. Although she can take a guess or two.
Simone does not undress. She studies Ellie's figure, from head to toe, admiring her extraordinary physique. A tall, blonde young woman, Ellie's body is packed almost to bursting with powerful, sharply-defined muscles. Each of her shoulders is almost as big as Simone's head. She has delicious, firm B-cup breasts, washboard abs, and no body hair whatsoever. She is recently showered, and has a kind of nervous glow to her.
She is very naturally beautiful. A mountain of sexual power. But Simone manages to control her reaction. Her lips part into the faintest of anticipatory smiles. That's all.
"Spread-eagled on your bed."
Ellie obeys eagerly. Her bed is a double. There's just barely room for her to lie on her back, with her limbs spread.
"No," Simone adds. "Face down."
Ellie turns over.
Simone quickly ties her arms and legs to the corners of the bed frame. She puts a sleep mask on Ellie, blindfolding her, and then caresses her ass. Ellie has extremely well-developed glutei maximi. Between her legs, she is freshly shaved, and buttery smooth. She is also trembling, just a little. She tugs at her bonds. The ropes are comfortable, but there's no give. Simone knew what she was doing when she tied them.
"You've been bad," Simone declares.
"Yes!" Ellie gasps. She bites her lip.
"You need to be punished."
"Yes, yes please!"
"Ma'am ordered that you receive a caning," Simone says. "She gave me free rein to choose what position, and how many strokes. And to choose accessories. I think you'd look good with this on." She presses something against Ellie's anus. Ellie obediently relaxes, and allows a sizeable, well-lubricated plug to slide into place inside of her. She whimpers very slightly. She doesn't know it, but there is a polished blue gemstone set into the plug's base. It looks delightful inside her.
"Here comes its friend," Simone goes on, pushing a fat, heavy egg-like object into Ellie's pussy. This feels a little nicer than the anal plug.
Then, Simone backs up, and strikes Ellie smartly across the buttocks with the bamboo cane.
"OH!" Ellie wasn't expecting it. She cries out, much louder than she wanted to. She bites down on her tongue, and presses her face into the mattress, and hisses. The stinging pain crosses both of her cheeks, and lingers, and only fades agonizingly slowly.
Another stroke. Ellie yelps again, a little softer, muffled by the mattress and sheet this time. And another stroke. Simone works fast. Every stroke is a little different, a different level of intensity, hitting a different part of her ass, "biting" to a different depth. One stroke hits only Ellie's left buttock. One, her right. Most are horizontal but a few cross her backside at angles. A few strike a little lower, at the fold between her buttocks and her thighs, where, she discovers, she is much more sensitive. It is a varied, harsh, punishing experience. Ellie feels blood pumping in her ears, and fights to keep control of her vocalizations, but can't. She yells into the bedsheet, and feels tears start to come. "Augh! AUGH, thank you! Thank you, ma'am! I'm sorry!" Miriam isn't present, but she is the one who is truly punishing her.
It's over. Ellie gasps for breath. She scrabbles uselessly at the bed with her hands. Helpless. Blind, seething with pain. The endorphins are flowing already. Is the egg in her pussy moving, or is she just so turned on that she's pushing down on it?
"Ma'am would like to know, how many strokes?" Simone asks her.
"I. I don't know," Ellie says. She realizes, mortified, that she legitimately lost count.
"Ten strokes," Simone says.
Only ten? It felt like an hour.
Simone canes her again. Ellie shrieks.
"Eleven," Simone says.
"Eleven strokes, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am! I'm sorry, ma'am!" Ellie gasps for breath, and then asks: "Miss Simone, will you please gag me?"
*
Simone gives Ellie a short break, of only a minute or two. And then resumes. Now Ellie's thighs receive some attention. And the soles of her feet, which are very sensitive indeed.
It is a fiery, volcanic adventure for Ellie. Something strange happens in her head whenever she is bound and subjected to pain, and especially when she tries to flinch away from the source of pain and finds that she can't. She spirals. She's lost control, given it up to Simone, and she can't get it back. She can twitch and twist as much as she likes, but she is in Simone's power, and there is nothing she can do to escape the punishment she deserves. She is committed.
It turns her on like crazy. Every blow to her thighs, calves or soles amplifies the feeling even more. It's more pain than she's experienced before in the bedroom. Not being able to move, or see, or even speak -- she has a big ball of rubber strapped into her mouth now -- makes it all even more intense. Simone is a very different domme from Miriam. Less talkative, more efficient. And the fact that Simone is another of Miriam's subs, and she's doing this as an act of obedience herself... It's a wild thrill to be in her control.
Very soon, Ellie is shuddering with a cocktail of pain and pleasure. Her body is flooded with endorphins, and the egg in her pussy is indeed vibrating along with her, steadily becoming more insistent. She feels penitent. Remorseful. But good, and kind of grateful. Some time ago, her domme told her why punishment feels good: it's because in her heart, she knows when she did something wrong. She knows what she deserves, and she loves it when the correct punishment sets the world back to rights, makes her whole again.
After what seems like an age, Simone relents. And then, as Ellie is getting her breath back, she unties her. She takes off Ellie's mask and gag. Ellie doesn't roll over, yet -- her backside still smarts far too much for that. Simone sits with her, cooing, stroking her hair. Simone is still fully dressed.
