My Mistress picked me up from school a little early that day. There she was waiting by the car 15 minutes before the last bell. Since I was a senior and it was my free period, I was aloud to leave early. As I walked towards her I could see that she was pretty pissed off. When I reached her I found out why.
“You didn’t do any of your morning chores. You just left the place a fucking mess! And you damn well knew I was having company for lunch. Do you know how embarrassed I was?”
My Mistress was beautiful. 29, 5’10” with a slender body; firm 38C breasts, long chestnut hair and piercing green eyes. Usually extremely loving and caring, but when I’m a bad girl she is what I fear most.
I stood there for a second, trembling at the thought of what my punishment would be. I felt her looking me up down, her eyes scanning my 18 years old flesh. I’m only 5’6”, but I have a nice body. Slender and firm, perky 36B tits, shoulder length auburn hair and blue eyes. I knew as she looked at me she was planning her next move.
“I’m sorry Mistress. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I was running late and I couldn’t find my homework…”
“I don’t want to hear excuses. You are going to be punished, and it starts now. Open the door and bend over so that your ass is high up in the air.”
I did as I was told. Once in position, she lifted my skirt and removed my thongs that tied on the sides. Mistress then spread my ass checks wide. I felt her massage my tight asshole for a moment; it felt good up until her next move. She forced a ginger suppository deep into my asshole, making me whimper from the lack of any lube.
“Alright you disgusting little slut sit your ass down and don’t make a sound. You have lost the privilege to speak. The only time I want to hear your voice is when I tell you to.”
About 3 minutes after sitting down the suppository began to take effect. The burning sensation was horrible. It felt like my asshole was on fire, but I didn’t dare move. Instead I sat there trying desperately to hold back the tears that were quickly forming in my eyes. When Mistress saw what I was doing she laughed and told me that if I think this is bad wait till the rest of my punishment.
Once we pulled into the driveway I was given a second ginger suppository then taken into the house. Mistress led me downstairs to the punishment chambers, a larger room with deep red walls, black ceiling and floors and no windows. The lights were dim and different whips; paddles, toys and other equipment necessary for punishing a very naughty girl surrounded me. Also in the room were two different tables, one that looks like a gyno exam table, and the other a flat exam table, both tables equipped with restraints. In the far corner of the room was a black toilet on a pedestal. There I was undressed and told not move.
I waited for what seemed like forever for Mistress to return. All the while crying because of the fiery, burning pain in my ass. When she finally returned she was pushing a tray covered by a towel. I knew what was coming next. She told me to lay flat on my stomach on the regular exam table. Mistress pulled tight a strap over my upper back, lower back, and two straps across each ankle after spreading my legs wide apart. Then she removed the towel that covered the tray and revealed the enema equipment. A large 2-quart black bag, a long hose, a nozzle that doubled as a butt plug, and I pitcher full of hot soapy water. She lightly lubed the nozzle and pushed it deep into my ass as hard as she could until it was locked into place. The enema bag was filled and the clasp released. I felt the rush of hot water fill me fast, and since I was strapped in place my stomach had no room to extend, causing me a lot of cramping and pressure.
“Bad girls have to be cleansed of their naughtiness my little whore.”
I moaned as I felt the last of the soapy water invade my insides. With that Mistress undid the hose and converted the nozzle to a butt plug. I was then released from my restraints and led to a bar that hung from the ceiling. My wrists were locked into the bar and then my ankles were locked into a similar bar to keep my legs spread. Mistress took a short, split end leather whip and rubbed it over my wet pussy. She drew it back and with a swift motion brought it down hard on my young twat. Smack! Smack! Smack! Every crack more intense than the last, but each made my pussy beg for more.
After about 20 cracks Mistress got bored and decided to move on. As I stood there completely at her mercy she chose her next tool. Mistress had chosen a large studded leather paddle and made her way back over to me. Without any warning she smacked my ass as hard as she possibly could, causing me to scream in pain. Thwack! And then another, and another. Each making me cry a little harder and reminding me how badly I needed to go. 10 more followed then she paused for a moment.
