"Mmm..."
My eyes flutter open, the fog of sleep lifting slowly. I can tell from the light streaming in the window that it is morning and I smile, knowing I get to spend another day with you. I turn to roll over, but something stops me from doing so: there are bonds around my wrists and ankles, holding me in a face-up spread eagle position. I pull against them. I can move a little bit, but just barely. You're nowhere to be found while I struggle. I wonder what you have in store for me, but then I remember. I have been an awfully bad girl.
I wait for what feels like forever. Tension builds within me. What are you going to do to me? Ideas race through my mind. I reflect on the things I've done wrong and cringe. I wasn't allowed to cum for one day per each class hour I missed, and I had missed a lot of class. I didn't just skip school, though. I blatantly disobeyed the rules and made myself cum. Multiple times. I'm really in for it.
The door opens and you walk in, holding a black silk scarf. You grin and move to sit on the bed next to me. I gulp and look up at you nervously.
"I see you're awake, pet. Do you know why you're tied up?"
"I think so, sir..."
"You think? I'm pretty sure you know. Why don't you tell me why you're all tied up, pet?"
"Because... Because I disobeyed, sir."
"Oh yeah? How did you disobey?"
"I, um... I skipped school, sir."
"What else?"
"I came without permission, sir... A lot." You smile again, wickedly this time.
"Yes you did, slut. And you're going to get what's coming to you." You tie the scarf around my eyes and my world goes dark. My heart is racing. I strain against the bonds, anticipation coursing through my body. I hear you get off the bed, but I can't tell what you're doing.
Suddenly, I hear a 'whoosh' sound and feel impact on my breasts, making me tense up in shock. Oh god, it's the flogger! I feel you lightly drag the strands across my body; across my face and lips, down my neck, circling around my tits and nipples, and then down towards my pussy. The strands drag slowly down my pussy, causing me to shiver. Then, I feel your fingers stroke my cunt.
"Hmm, wet already? Naughty girl... Only dirty sluts get excited for punishment." I feel your fingers slide into my pussy and I moan in spite of myself, trying to push against you to feel more of you inside me. You take your fingers away and crack! I feel the flogger snap against my pussy. I cry out, trying to move away from the offending flogger. You move closer to me and I can feel your breath on my ear.
"Greedy slut. Trying to get fucked, are we? This isn't fun and games. This is your punishment. This is what you deserve for disobeying me." I whimper and grip my bonds, desperate to cling onto something. You move away again. Crack! Crack! Crack! Three swats in quick succession snap against my tits, my stomach, and my pussy. I moan, feeling the pain and adrenaline course through my body.
The blows keep coming and I cry out each time, especially when I feel the flogger slap against my nipples. Even though it hurts, I feel so comforted. I know I'm getting what I deserve, what I've earned. I love it. My body feels like I'm on fire; my breasts must be glowing red judging by how many times you've struck them with the flogger. My nipples are beyond sensitive from the abuse and I all but scream whenever the flogger comes down on them.
I feel your hands rubbing my tits, rolling my nipples between your fingertips. I buck my hips and cry out, the sensation like a lightning bolt driving down into my clit. I hear you chuckle.
"Sensitive, slut?"
"Yes sir... Thank you sir..."
"Then you're going to love this." I feel a familiar pressure on both sides of my nipples. Oh god, it's the clamps. My nipples are already sensitive; I don't think I can take the clamps as well.
"Sir, I can't, I can't..."
"Can't what, pet? Full sentences."
"I can't take the nipple clamps, sir, please, no..." A sharp slap against my tits makes me squeal.
"I think you can take them. Your body is mine to do with as I please, slut, don't forget that."
The clamp tightens down on one nipple. I roll my body to try and get away from the next one, but all that accomplishes is getting me another slap on my breasts. The pain and pleasure course through my body as the second clamp tightens around my other nipple. You pull the chain connecting the clamps in a quick jerk, causing me to moan in protest. I feel you next to my ear again, whispering hotly.
"There. You look good enough to eat right now, pet. All hot and wet for me... And your skin is such a pretty shade of red." I smile. Even though you're 'hurting me', I can hear the love in your voice. I feel so comforted knowing I'm yours.
I hear a sound that I'm familiar with, but certainly not during sex: a lighter flick. I knit my brows in confusion. What could that be for? And then I feel it. A drop of something falls on my stomach, and a stinging heat radiates out from it on my already reddened skin. It's hot wax.
Before I have time to even process it, more drops of wax fall on my skin. It's nothing I can't handle, but it certainly hurts. Some drops more than others. I can feel the heat of the flame at times, and that's when the hottest drops fall. The pain makes me squirm. I try to push downward into the bed to try to widen the distance between my skin and the candle, but you just move the flame closer when I do.
