A Story

Part 2 - Punishment

Author: Wolfslut

"Are you ready?" he whispers in my ear, voice laced with concern, breath and tongue gently
tickling. His arms wrapped tightly around me, for now I'm safe.

"Yes" I whisper back, smelling beer on his breath.

"If it gets too much, call my name!" he says and holds me at arm's length, intensely gazing in my
eyes, I meekly nod. He looks unhappy.

"Okay. You have to put this on" he hands me the blindfold, black, silicone. I stretch it over my
head covering my eyes.

"Lean over the table" he helps me turn towards it. I don't need help, my blind vision is not
perfect but in my own home I don't need eyes to see! Not finding space for my hands and
worried that whatever will happen next may involve sending things flying around the room, I
start moving things around on the table.
"Hang on" He says and starts to help me. Then, I'm ready, leaning with two palms flat on the
table top, amongst all my clutter. He steps back; one hand lightly brushes my cheek "Ok I'm
going to let him out. Remember, call my name".

I'm nervous; I know I'm in trouble. He warned me Master is furious, and he asked for scissors
too! However, I also feel I need this punishment. I deserve it, hell I do deserve it! And I want
it, I want the pain! I want him to absolve me. Ironic, when just a few years ago, I found it sick
how Illuminati priests could beat themselves with whips and worse in order to feel closer to
their god. To feel and share the pain that their god suffered two millennia ago. Now here am
I, wanting to be beaten, to be hurt by my love, my god, to feel the same pain as I caused him.
Because the fact is that I no longer care about the mistake I made, that's irrelevant, I'll learn
from it, it won't be repeated. What is unforgivable to me is that my actions, my mistake caused
him pain! That's what I want to be punished for!

I stand stock still, tense; I am listening intently, not just with my ears: with all. My body is
listening. My soul is listening. I want to catch the moment he changes; I don't want to miss a
beat! Tingling, waiting, silence, my heart racing....then it happens, no sudden shock, not major
explosion, no strobe lights. Nothing like that. It's just breathing: ragged, razor sharp breaths. He
breathes standing behind me, prickling my neck, sinister, sending me chills while at the same
time my body yearns for him, my Master!

I feel him reach for the scissors, they tinkle, metal ones, small and sharp, cringing I'm expecting
the worst. With no words he reaches down to my crotch, to beautiful black lace, over maroon
tights, a sexy combo! Deftly he swipes away at the fabric. Each snip slicing a little more into my
heart, surfacing my guilt, exposing me to his execution.

"You have hurt us badly, you little slut!" His voice is rough, deep, and hoarse. A dry wind
blowing through dead leaves; promising thunder.

"Who you do you think you are you little slut? Do you have any idea how much we love you??!
I am going to punish you for what you did. I am going to cleanse you of your dirty crime, then I
am going to mark you slut, do you understand?"

"Yes Master" I whimper.

"I can't hear you" he barks.

"Yes Master" I say louder.
He takes the flogger and punishes my arse and thighs with it, whipping, slashing, stinging. It
hurts! Yes! Good! I relish it.
"Thank you Master" I say after every slap, meaning it.
"You have been a fucking little slut!"

Whichooo!

"Thank you Master!"

"You have hurt us"

Whichoooo!

"Thank you Master"

"You will NEVER do that again? DO YOU UNDERSTAND??"

Whichooo!

"Yes Master, thank you Master" I am gasping now, the stinging is already so strong, I can feel
my limits stretching, but I don't care, I accept it, I deserve this!

"Do you have any idea how much you have hurt us?"

Whichoooo

"Thank you Master, no Master"

"I will make you feel the pain we felt"
whichoooooooo ......soon I have no clue what he is saying, I just hear the flogger whip through
the air slamming down on my buttocks, feel the sting, respond and prepare for the next slice,
each one cutting away a little more at my flesh. I don't know nor care for how long. For me this
is his justice, plain and fair.

Then he stops, lays flogger down. Now it's just his breathing, my stuttered sighs, my racing
heart, my stinging raw red arse. I can feel the welts forming, like many nettle rashes.

"Go to the bathroom!" He orders. I start to move. I'm too slow.
"Come! Follow!"

Part pushing, part guiding me he takes me to my bathroom, to my shower. I stand silent waiting
for further orders.

"Inside! Sit down!" He barks. I do, carefully leaning against the shower wall, knees a little bent,
the tiles are cold on my exposed bum. I hear him click his camera, the flash flicks open.

"Play with yourself! Rub like you want to cum while I will cleanse you. Open your mouth!"

Mouth open, and fingers busy I start to anticipate what he will do. I am certain when he unzips
and pulls out his cock that he will simply cum in my mouth, that would be good, I would like
that. But then the shocking truth hits me in a bitter, hot stinking stream of urine. Spilling first on
to my clothes with a buzzing sound as it contacts from high up with the fabric, gluing the wolf
picture to my chest as the polyester soaks through. How degrading! I burn with shame. Then

it fills my mouth, I heave, gag, spit it out. Then as my mouth fills again I keep it there, fighting
my instincts letting the piss flow in and drizzle out naturally, it's bitter, so bitter. So disgusting.
But I don't fight it. If Master feels I deserve to be reduced like this, then I know I do, I will not
question his judgment. I know that he is not only cleansing me like he said but like the alpha he
is, he is marking his property.
"Play harder! You are not trying!" my fingers stilled from shock, now they resume their
rubbing. I won't cum; I know in my gut that in these circumstances that it is impossible, I just
hope he won't order me to.

"Rub!" He barks as more pee flows over me, covering my hair, running over my blindfold, down
my nose. I stimulate my clit, my body does not react to the sensation, I could be rubbing a
Barbie's crotch for all the effect it has on me, but I continue. I would never dare to stop.

The stream of piss goes on, and on, forever.

Then it stops.

"Stand up and cleanse yourself"

Shaking, I try to stand; he roughly grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. I wobble, then reach
slowly for the tap. "May I wait till the water warms Master?" I dread the answer, he knows I
hate being in cold water.

"You may" he replies. I am so surprised, grateful, and relieved, I am almost certain that after
that experience ice cold water would destroy me completely, it would feel more painful than
the flogger lashes. As the water slowly runs till it's warm on my hand I reflect that even when
angry Master cares for my well being.

The warm water tries to soothe me, enveloping me, promising warmth but I can't enjoy it,
pressure is high, he is rushing me. With my finger tips I reach for the shower gel blindly
searching, in danger of knocking all the bottles off the sill.
"It's red" he says.
"Maroon" I correct without thinking under my breath thankfully too quiet for him to hear over
the splashing water. I take the soap, my wet fingers slipping on the bottle, shaking so much I
can barely open the lid. I can feel his buzzing impatience growing as I fumble, making me even
clumsier. Twice I soap all over my face and hair regretting that I can do nothing for my pee
stained clothes. Given time I know I would keep washing over and over, then turn the water up
to scalding and let it burn away the shame from my skin, from my mind, leaving me pink and
peeled. But I don't have time, he is rushing me again, he's not finished with me yet. Gods what's
next?? Soaked and shivering I stand forlorn and miserable awaiting my next instruction
instinctively keeping my eyes downcast. He throws me a towel and ushers me out.
"Get on the bed! All fours! Arse up!" He is not quiet, all this time he has been scolding me his
voice echoing all over the shower, even now he is still drilling me about my betrayal continually,
but on some level I have zoned out. I'm much too focused my very physical discomfort to truly
heed any moral lesson. On my hands knees, staring at my purple bed cover, hair and clothes
dripping, suddenly it dawns on me what he is about to do, why he wants my bum in the air.
Fear overwhelms me, I tense up, knowing full well that it's the worst reaction I can have, as my
heart starts to race a marathon. I can't help it! Drumming through my head like a cascade of icy

water is the thought he's going to arse fuck me! I'm so scared, I snap! A major limit, as well as a
long term aim, he promised to ease me into it, we agreed to take it slow. Now that promise
seems annulled. My fear makes it all worse then it really is and as he mercilessly jams the
vibrator over and over into my butt emphasising every statement he makes, I start crying.
"Yes Master" I gasp to each statement.
"Thank you Master" I sob after each thrust of pain. While my tears flow faster and my body
shakes uncontrollably. I have clearly reached my limit yet stubbornly I will not call his name, I
will not call him out to send Master away, I am not that weak and I know I deserve to be
treated like this. I am filth, I am nothing. Just a stupid whore. Just a moth who flew too high.
Just a weak girl who deserves to be dragged through jagged pits. When he stops he leans over
me and with his rasping voice says "I think you understand. I am going to leave you now". I
don't reply, I can't, I'm just crumpled, sobbing totally collapsed in on myself, will to live all gone.

He changes, my sweetheart is back.
"Hey...." he says softly, reaching for me. I flinch away; I cannot yet separate him from Master.
"Fuck what has he done to you?" He asks shocked, he ignores my weak attempts at escaping
him and tenderly pulls me close feeling me all over, stroking me, checking me. With the most
effort I have ever taken I pull myself together. Force myself to reach for him and acknowledge
that he is not Master, that it's not him who I am afraid of. He removes my blindfold, sees my
tears.
"He went too far, he is never to leave you crying!"Appalled and angry he wraps his arms around
me as I snuggle into him finally glad of his presence.
"Why didn't you call me?" His voice is full of anguish. I can't answer I can't speak, I'm
overwhelmed and grateful that after all that I have foolishly done to hurt him he is still with me
and still loves me. My punishment seems mild in comparison.