It's hard to remain defiant
and angry when you are kneeling in a corner for an undetermined period of time.
I had tried, and for a period of time I was successful, but now I was wearing
down. My back and knees ached, and I longed to stand and stretch hentai pics , but I knew
better. I had no idea exactly how long I'd been kneeling here; we both know
I have no judgment on time, especially under these circumstances. My mind reeled
as I recalled all of the horrible things I'd said to you. Defiance
was replaced with embarrassment as I relived the events that took place when
I got home today. It had been the day from hell, and normally on those days
I come home seeking the comfort of your arms, seeking your advice. Today,
however, was different. Today I lost it. Mentally I cringe as I remember calling
you a "fucking asshole." Even as the words left my mouth, I knew they
weren't the appropriate words to use. I remember how calm you remained, and
how that calm made me even angrier, driving me further out of control.
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At some point I realized how out of control I was, and I became even angrier
with you. You waited until I had raged and screamed and cursed all I could.
Even when I threw that book at you (oh, thank God I missed your head), you simply
moved out of the line of fire and remained calm. At that point, however, you
had had enough, and before I could blink, you had one hand gripped about my
arm, and your other hand wound tightly in my hair, steering me towards our bedroom,
and into this corner. The height difference between us allowed you to simply
push down and position me on my knees. Once there, the hand in my hair pulled
my head back, and you knelt low for just a moment, your lips against my ear.
" You will stay here until I am ready to deal with your behavior."
I tried to nod, a difficult task with my head pulled back. You left the room,
and we both know I'll stay here in this position.
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Embarrassment turns to
sadness, as I kneel here, thinking about what I've said and done. And then,
a flash of fear: I know I will be punished for this, and I know that part of
the reason for this wait is to allow you the time to think and process and regain
your calm, you never punish me in anger. Not that you punish me often... I'm
usually your good girl. I love pleasing you; it's part of the basis of our entire
relationship. I'm pretty sure that my behavior today will warrant what will
surely be the strongest punishment you've ever given me. I start to wonder about
what will happen, and the fear deepens. As much as I sick
art hate being punished, it's also one of those things I recognize that
I need. I dread your return to the bedroom, and yet at the same time I wait
for it, needing to be punished and hoping for the forgiveness that usually follows
your discipline. As I hear your footsteps on the stairs, I shudder and tell
myself that I will be able to take whatever punishment you determine, and I
vow to myself to try and take it well.
The door to our room opens,
and I'm aware that I'm almost hyperventilating, feeling so anxious and fearful.
I wish I could turn and crawl across the room, throwing myself at your feet,
begging for forgiveness. "Stand up and come over here to me, " you
order, and I shiver at the cold tone of your voice. Slowly I rise, my knees
shaking and walk carefully to stand before you, my eyes lowered. My hands are
clenched into fists to stop the shaking, and I am quite sure that my face is
very pale. "Strip," you order. With shaking fingers I undo the buttons
on my blouse, sliding the silk off my arms. Spying the chair next to me, I fold
the blouse carefully and lay it on the chair, and reach back to unzip my skirt,
sliding it down over my hips and folding it as well. I step out of the black
pumps and slip them under the chair. My mind recalls all the times I've stripped
before you, often as a prelude to the exquisite lovemaking we share. How I wish
I had handled things differently downstairs before! I gasp as pain sears across
my thigh... when did you pick up that crop?... and in your cold tone you tell
me to stop stalling. I remove my bra and panties as quickly as possible, and
step again in front of you, nude. " I am going to punish you, " you
inform me. I nod silently. There is always
this verbal dance before a punishment, and sometimes I hate that the most, having
to listen to your cold voice, having to say aloud my wrong doings and your insistence
that I request to be punished.
"Who am I? " you ask, walking around me slowly.
"My Master," I reply softly, eyes still down.
"No, Master, it was
a very inappropriate remark to make, " I respond. Again, like downstairs,
one of your hands grips my upper arm while the other hand grasps my hair tightly.
You lead me into the bathroom, placing me before the sink. " I agree, "
you inform me, " a highly inappropriate remark. " You reach for the
liquid soap dispenser, and hold it before my face. "Open your mouth...
I am feeling the need to wash that filthy mouth of yours" you remark. The
soap tastes horrible, I can barely stop the gagging. My mouth is full of soap,
and I'm trying to breath through my nose and not swallow this horrible soap.
I fight the urge to spit it out, needing to show you I can accept your punishment.
You reach for a washcloth, and run water over it, and turn to me. "Open
wider.." you bark at me, and I try to, desperately trying not to swallow,
and you force the wash cloth into my mouth, wiggling it around, coating the
inside of my mouth with the soap. Tears escape my eyes, and I'm fighting the
urge to vomit. I don't dare look up into your face. You reach for my hands and
place them beside the sink, your hand on my back pushing me into a bent over
position, 90', my soap filled mouth above the sink. " You are not to spit
any out until I give you permission, is that clear?" you ask. I nod my
head, staring into the sink, which is pure torment. You hand rests on the small
of my back, and without further words you proceed to apply the crop to my ass,
my thighs, leaving red lines down to my knees. The pain is unbearable, and yet
I try to bear it, needing to bear it for you. I cannot cry out, for fear I will
lose soap out of my mouth, or swallow it. Just when I begin to feel dizzy, your
movements stop, and you tell me I may spit out the soap. I quickly obey that
order! I reach for a cup, to rinse better, and your hand stops me. " I
said you could spit, I said nothing about rinsing." I nod and step back
in front of you again. "Do you have anything to say? " you ask, and
I nod. " I'm sorry, Master, so very sorry, for calling you a fucking asshole,
" I whisper, unable to look up at your face.
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about.
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