I lay over a rough hewn table with my arms and legs restrained to each end spread wide. My body trembling and sweat soaked as I awaited my punishment. The coldness of the room amplified my whimpers of knowing what was to come. A metal tray on wheels was rolled in and placed within eye sight distance the tools on top leaving fear in its wake as the heavy steps echoed out of the room. I knew that the quietness would not continue and that soon the meter of His steps echoing with disappointment would be heard walking back over to me and that I wouldn't hear "babygirl" or even "my beloved toy".
While laying there panting I wondered how I had let myself come to this state. A sob caught in my throat as I pondered my naughty deeds that angered Him. Remembering the warnings given to me by my minder, Miss Dani when Daddy was away. Shivering as I thought of her anger from hearing my repetitive issues of not eating when I was supposed to, teasing and playing with those that I know aren't and would not be approved by Him, as well as mouthing off and letting my mouth get me into further trouble.
Breaking the ultimate rule, letting another man touch me (even if it was just a brush across my breast along with a gentle kiss on the cheek) was the last straw as far as she was concerned. Despite my pleading, Miss just gagged me, placed my arms in a binder then locked my ankles to a spreader bar before taking my punishment book to Him showing the increasing amount that I had been allowed to get away with due to her not wanting to go over His rules on my punishments.