Ember’s Punishment

I turned my head to look at him as he locked my wrists and ankles into place. I was laying in our bed, naked, my back to the ceiling. I pleaded to him with my eyes not daring to say a word. He laughed at me and told me that I should have thought of the consequences before I decided to do what I did. I looked away knowing what was coming and refusing to let him see the tears that I knew would soon be making a mess of my face. I hated that he was going to do this to me in our bed, the place where I curl up to him every night. I knew he chose this spot for that very reason. To show me that even in the safest place I am still his and always will be.My body jumped at the sound and it was a second before I felt the pain. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t make a sound. I knew which whip he had chosen after the first hit; the most painful one, the one he never used on my soft pretty skin because he said it would hurt too much. It almanbahis wasn’t until the fourth crack of the whip that I began to cry. I was crying not only because it hurt more than anything, but also because he chose this whip because he knew very well that it was going to hurt bad. Silent tears were rolling down my cheeks; I would not give him the satisfaction of hearing my cries. After a bit I started to go to that place in my mind, the one where I can block out the pain and just be numb.“Ember, you’d better be counting, because when I ask you how many you got, if you’re wrong I’ll double it.” My Master knew my tricks, if he made me count I couldn’t stay in my place. “Yes Master,” I quietly said through tears. I counted all 34 of them and when he asked for the number it was right. “Are you sorry for being such a bad little slut?” he asked me in a very cold voice. A whispered “Yes Master,” was all I could get out. almanbahis yeni giriş “Good, then I’ll give you time to think about the way you should have acted.” And with that he walked out of our room leaving me there all alone. I think the fact that he left me there still tied down hurt more than the whip did. I waited for a long time trying my best to hear anything at all that would let me know what was going to happen to me. After a while I heard bath water running and my Master came back into our room. Without saying a word to me he undid my wrists and ankles, picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. He lowered me into the hot water, my cuts stinging as the water came in contact with them. I flinched when the worst ones touched the water. “I know it hurts Baby but I have to clean them and make sure you’re alright,” he said in a loving voice, breaking the silence. My Master took a cloth and washed almanbahis giriş all of my cuts gently. When he was finished and satisfied they would heal fine without scars, he told me to lay back in the water; he lit two small candles, got up, and left the room, closing the door behind him. I relaxed now that he was gone. I was happy my punishment was finally over and exhausted from the whole thing. I love my Master very much and I don’t like when he is unhappy, especially when it’s my fault he’s unhappy. I know my Master loves me very much too and that I had to have the punishment to become a better slave for him and to learn my lesson and my place. My mind was swimming with all these thoughts and slowly my eyes started to close. Before I knew it I was asleep.I opened my eyes slowly forgetting where I was for a minute. “How was your rest my lovely pet?” I looked over when I heard his voice. He was sitting in a chair watching me, I suddenly felt nervous, with his eyes on me. He held out a towel for me, a kind smile on his lips. Slowly I stood up, water dripping off my body, letting him watch for a minute before stepping into the towel in his hands.