First Punishment

Submitted by Clarissa Greymoon

" You know that you owe me something " she said in a suddenly undertone voice. She had almost whispered in his ear. These few words, as she kissed his shoulder, aroused him and a wave crossed his body, from the chest down to the belly. These last two weeks, he had accrued small disobediences, sometimes out of pure oversight, often out of provocation. All that deserved punishment, they had easily agreed there. Obeying, disobeying, being punished, thanking for the punishment, kissing the hand which had just flailed him, snuggling then at his Mistress’ feet and enjoying this moment of intense closeness. Then start it again: obeying, disobeying...

He was naked. His wrists tied up with a thin rope had found refuge in hhr hand. Not a single moment had she left this Ariadne's thread, holding it as a leash since the beginning of the evening. He loved to feel so dependent, attached to her as a kite to the ground : free as far as she allowed him, free in his mind, sure that she was watching over him, free to fly away in the clouds of his submission.

"You know that you owe me something ". He sighed more than he answered " oh not, not now ". A slap on his hipe called him to order. "Yes…". Some pain as sharp as brief drew out a surprised gasp. His right nipple had just been strongly pinched and twisted. "yes Mistress" did he reply obediently

As she was blindfolding him, she firmed up what the punishment would be: she had decided to use a flogger and to take the opportunity to investigate all the parts of his body, thanks to the relative sweetness of the whip. Of course, his buttocks will be flailed, but also his belly, thighs, chest, back, shoulders...

Her voice was comforting. Her words were worrying. The beats of his heart went a little more intensive, his breathe quickened. And if that hurts too much? And If she goes too far? And if it was too strong? And if he liked it? he was swinging back and forth between fear and desire. The fear of the pain, the fear of failing, the fear of not being worthy, the desire to show her how submissive he was, the urge to bear the punishment for her, the urge to be under her influence, the urge to let feelings and sensations go, the urge to slowly sink into the subspace, that subtle blending of pleasure and pain.

Her duty was to keep to that borderline, neither swing on a side nor on the other, keeping up with the limit to investigate the boundaries of pleasure, slightly brushing the danger but never walking into it.

Her hand stroke his flank softly, went down ) on the thigh, then back up inside, brushing his sex with the tip of the nails. " hushhhh. Do not move " . No audible word was able to go out of his mouth, hardly an approval between sigh and shout. His confusion increased from second till second, the wait seemed endless. She took all her time on purpose. Let the doubt invade him the fear clatter with the desire. she could almost feel the acceleration of his pulse. She stepped back and took the flogger in her right hand.

When he felt her approaching again, he knew that the moment had come. Already... Finally...