Looking down upon my Pony as she is tied to the bed lying facedown and spread eagle, I lift the crop and again and ever so swiftly bring it down upon her rosy red cheeks. The crop finding its mark bites into her and her left cheek quivers. Pony winces and bites down on her bit, know she is not allowed to cry out. The discipline today is for the week of sarcasms and quick-witted barbs projected unintentionally at her Master. Pony is aware that it will be a long weekend with a very sore ass and a new found respect for the crop and paddle her Master has fashioned for her.
The Master's Pony is quick of mind and sharp of tongue and at times forgets her place when her Master calls her to check up upon her. Without the daily discipline, Pony is aware she is need of, her temper often takes over and the stress of not being direct enough at the incompetent boobs she has the unfortunate direction she must work for, at times comes out sideways at the one she is devoted and enslaved too. Therefore her Master must make the most of their time together when he is in town.
The crop finds it mark again on the right cheek. Welts begin to rise and moisture begins to flow as Pony's flower begins to bloom and swell with desire. She bites against the bit firmly in place between her lips and smiles knowing she deserves each welt and bruise she will endure as she sits over the following week. Pony thinks back to the time of her vanilla sex life and wonders how she could have over looked the devious and wonderful pleasure the crop and paddle in her Masters hand have brought her. Although, Pony thinks to herself, "I have been spanked and whipped before but never have I gotten so wet, moist and full of desire and lust just because of a spanking." Pony looks to the inner recesses of her heart and knows it's not the crop and paddle but her Master that she loves and longs for, knowing she is safe with him. "Whack!" The paddle has replaced the crop; Pony involuntarily lets out a yelp as the Raven engraved paddle her Master carved for her, stings her ass.
The punishment continues and Pony's ass is beet red, swollen and hot to the touch from the spanking she has endured. Her Master takes the ice from the bucket beside the bed and begins to rub it over her swollen ass cheeks. The cold ice melting from the heat begins to flow down her crack and over her tight rosebud and flowered lips. The cool moisture is a relief and Pony attempts to raise her hips in order to relieve the pins and needles she feels prickling her skin. Pony hears, but cannot see because of the blind fold over her eyes, the ice bucket being stirred and the ice clinking inside the bucket and wonders what her Master has in mind. Master has often talked about the wonders of an ice-cold chain slipping into her pussy. Pony quivers at the thought as she feels her Masters hand slip between her thighs and cup her swollen lips. Pony can feel the Astroglide on her Masters hand as his fingers slip between her folds finding her engorged clit standing proud and sensitive. Master squeezes and pulls at her clit and slides his two free fingers into her fucking her, dipping deeper to rub her g-spot.
"Please, Master!" Pony tries to cry out as she raises her hips trying to meet the thrusts of his fingers.
"What are trying to say Pony?" Master inquires. " Are you trying to speak with out permission again? Shame on you!" Master removes his fingers and smacks her pussy with such quickness, Pony yelps in surprise, despite knowing the consequences.
"Just for that Pony, you pleasure is going to be delayed again. Is that understood Pony?" Master states in harsh and stern tone.
Pony shakes her head in response indicating she understood and will obey.
"I am going to untie you now Pony. You will not move, you will stay perfectly still until I tell you otherwise. Is that understood Pony?"
Pony shakes her head again.
Master stands up and sets the bucket of ice on the table and smacks her reddened and welted ass again with his hand. Master laughs out loud and states, "You do have a terrible time learning don't you Pony? When will you get control over your urges to speak out when you are about to cum? Always the slut aren't you?"
Pony knew better than to respond in anyway and it excited her when her Master spoke to her in this way. He rarely called her derogatory and degrading names but when he did she knew there would be new and kinkier things to try and do together. Pony smiled as best she could given the fact she was drooling and bitted and could not see a damn thing with this new blindfold he had placed on her. She wondered where he had found the new leather and fur lined circular cups covering her eyes and she reminded herself when she was aloud to speak to inquire about them.
Pony felt the bonds around her ankles begin to loosen and fall away and felt slightly saddened but excited because she enjoyed the way she was constricted in her movements. Her Master moved to the head of the bed and began to release her wrists. Once this was complete, Pony felt her the braid of her mane being lifted.
"So you like to drool like a fool, do you!" barked her Master. Pony felt her braid being yanked back and her head lifting off the rubber sheet that covered the mattress.
"Since you like to drool, then maybe I should rub your face in it?" snapped her Master. And with that Master began to rub her face in the spit that covered the mattress.
"On second thought, since it's your drool, you will now rub your face in it alone and when I tell you to stop and start you will. Is that understood, Pony?" stated her Master.