I am out of luck.
Daddy lifted me from his knees and placed me, bent over the dresser, my cheek pressed against the cool wood, my wrists now being bound behind my back with the tie he had been wearing at work that day.
My hearts skips as I’m pretty sure I know what is coming – the part where he won’t allow me to come until I can no longer hold it back and I practically implode from the inside out for him until he has to catch my limp body as my legs fail to hold me up…
my body slumping over his strong arms.
Of course, this is what Little Girl would have got had she not been in the middle of a very serious punishment session.
What in fact happened next made me shiver with terror…and excitement.
The bamboo cane is rarely used. It is a fun game for us, but if I had a choice I’d always choose the hand. The canes’ sharp, mean little thwacks hurt more than I care to let on and it takes me too long to relax into them for it to be a pleasurable experience. Plus, of course this is not meant to be a pleasurable experience!
Usually I would have the paddle for punishments – but perhaps Daddy is thinking that my misdemeanor is so out of charachater that only an out of habit implement will do to ensure it sticks in my mind. Either way, I know this will not be pleasure in any shape or form. My already red behind is stinging and tingling beautifully from my just-received spanking…how I wish I could revel in its heat a little longer, but before I get a chance to even attempt to take my self down into sub’s mindset and away from Little Girl’s more pain adverse headspace I sense the cane moving through the air.
I hear it hit me a split second before the scorching jet of pain courses across my backside like a knife. God I love Him. I feel bile rise in my throat as my body tries to encompass the sensation. He waits a brief moment for my suddenly erratic breathing to calm – but not long enough to allow me to slip into my sub head.
No such gift – after all I have been a very bad little girl.
The rain of sharp agony continued until I could barely catch my breath between each one – as I reached 30…35…45…50. I held my breathe on the last five…praying his goal was 50. It was. I had taken far more with the paddle, and as much as I hated it, it’s flat, firmness allowed me to get lost in the pain more easily than the cruel spiking spits of the cane.
I still managed to get out the words “Thank you Daddy” – although they slipped out my mouth in a ragged breathe.
Little Girl had more than learnt her lesson. With the tears which has been falling hard and fast during the the last twenty or so swipes slowly drying, he took my wrists and, turning me, steered me gently to the bed. Lying me on it face down, still bound, my elbows limp and my wrists straining at the bindings holding my hands at my lower back, i sunk into the soft duvet, exhausted, exhilarated, turned on beyond any reasonable measure…why does this pain excite my body in this way? It is is a question i rarely bothered my mind with anymore…but there it was popping into my head. I felt my brow furrow as a pondered it for just another brief moment before I felt the cool sensation of oil being dribbled over my burning, cane streaked cheeks. I felt my breath rushing out from my mouth, my lips swollen with lust. His expert hands gently soothed away the pain and I felt a last tear trickle down my cheek at the kindness and tenderness he was now demonstrating.
As my heart rate slowed, my breathing soothed and my backside began to merely tingle…I knew the punishment was over.
“Has my Little Girl learnt her lesson?”
“You will stay here and think it through until I come back. I want an apology, then sub can have her time with her Dom. Ok? Daddy is done with you for now Little One.”
And with that, he stroked my hot cheek, kissed my eye lids closed and left the room, leaving me to my thoughts.
And what thoughts they were…
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