I'd rather not get into exactly what I did to earn the punishment, but I can freely admit that I not only deserved it, I was pretty much asking for it. :( S. had asked me multiple times not to do something. But I pretty much ignored him because, in my mind, it was something clearly in the realm of vanilla life and not connected to any Dom/sub roles. So I continued to do as I pleased, despite his repeated attempts to get me to stop. He tried reasoning with me. He tried humoring me out of it. He tried threatening me. Nothing had the slightest effect. So, I guess he decided that the only final resort left was to whip me for my continued stubbornness.
I have to admit that I honestly didn't expect him to go through with it. The behavior he objected to was so clearly not related to my role as his sub, and he's so often generous and lenient with me. I figured it was just talk when he told me that I would earn 80 lashes with the whip if I insisted on continuing. In fact, I even teased him about it, when he changed it from 80 to 40: I told him that by the end of the day he'd probably change it to 5 and then not even do that.
Have you ever taunted a Dom? Turns out, that's a pretty foolhardy thing to do. But I felt pretty safe doing it. S. is so nice to me and usually softens and lets me get away with no end of stuff. In fact, I went so far as to call S. a "softie" under my breath during our discussion. Unfortunately for me, he caught it: "Oh, I'm a softie, am I? We'll see about that tonight!" and that may have been the determining factor in his decision to go ahead and punish me. :/
So there I was in bed, all cozy and curled around S's chest, as we chatted before bed. We were back to discussing the behavior in question, and I freely admitted that I had blatantly ignored him and done it yet again. I felt safe, confident that I'd get away with it and he wouldn't do anything about it. Unfortunately for me, I must have pushed S. just too far because next thing I knew he pulled away from me and got out of bed to fetch the whip. He told me I would get 10 lashes on each breast and 10 on each butt check for a total of 40 to teach me not to disobey him. I told him that this wasn't fair. And that the topic wasn't related to our Dom/sub relationship. However, his only response was: "Oh it is fair." He was determined...
S. told me to sit up and present my breasts for whipping. My immediate response was: "Are you in-SANE?" There is no way on earth I have enough self control to voluntarily present an area that sensitive for that level of pain. I instinctively curled up and covered my breasts with both arms protectively. My nipples were already incredibly sore from him applying the nipple clamps (I HATE THOSE BLOODY THINGS) the other night and yanking on them.
"Fine!" S. snapped, and immediately got out the wrist cuffs. By this point, I was beginning to realize that I was really in trouble and so I obeyed when he commanded me to present my wrists. He shackled them quickly and roughly and then blindfolded me. He then had me turn so that I was on my knees, facing the foot of the bed, and proceeded to cuff me to the bedframe with my arms spread apart a couple of feet so that I couldn't escape. He then yanked down my pajama bottoms.
Before I could even brace myself, S. moved to the left side of the bed and I heard the whistle of the whip through the air, followed by an incredibly sharp pain across my left butt cheek. I think, this was the moment when I realized that I was in deep, deep trouble. Normally, S. is very nice about slowly warming me up with light strokes and rarely whips me very hard. I usually wind up with pink raised welts, but within 24 hours, they have completely faded and disappeared. From the agony of my left butt cheek, I knew that there wasn't going to be any warm up period and I would be wearing these welts for a lot longer than 24 hours.
While I was processing this, S. had moved to the right side of the bed and next thing I knew, my right butt check was in agony. God, the pain was intense! I moaned and struggled against the cuffs. Then, I heard him move toward the foot of the bed and my entire body stiffened in anticipation of feeling the pain on my breasts. This is the part where I got lucky though: Because of the way my cuffs were shackled to the bedframe, there wasn't much room for S. to wind up and the strokes across my breasts were nowhere near as hard as the ones on my rear. They still stung though, especially when anything touched my already sore nipples, and I squirmed and moaned.
Then I heard S. moving again, back to the left of the bed. Two more quick strokes and explosions of agony on my left butt cheek. The pain was much more intense than I had bargained for and I yanked reflexively against my restraints, but as the center of my bedframe is wrought iron, I wasn't going anywhere. When I heard his footsteps heading back to the right side of the bed, I instinctively moved as far away from him as I could toward the left of the bed. Unfortunately, with the cuffs attacked to the foot of the bed, this meant only a foot or two before I was brought up short. My attempts to move away had no effect on S. and two more agonizing slashes against my right butt check had me whimpering and crying out.
By the time S. had reached only 4 on each cheek, I was shaking all over and felt that I simply couldn't bear six more lashes on each side. I started to cry underneath the blindfold. I think this is around the time when I started to beg: "No, no, no, no, no, please, please, please, please..." But S. seemed to have taken me calling him a "softie" to heart and there was no mercy for me. "You asked for it," he reminded me. He repeatedly grabbed me by the hair and instructed me to stop moving around on the bed. I don't honestly know whether I did or didn't. I was in so much pain, I couldn't begin to think straight, let alone make my body obey me. Each new impact of the whip was increasingly agonizing and I knew for sure that I wouldn't be willfully disobeying S. again any time soon about anything.
By the time the final strokes were delivered, I was crying in earnest, and shaking hard. Usually, S. comforts me once a scene is over, holds me, strokes me, speaks softly and reassuringly to me. But this was punishment so instead, he roughly removed the cuffs and then told me in a stern voice: "Since you think I'm a softie, I won't be applying any ice to your welts tonight. We'll see how soft you think I am." All I could do was tremble, my face buried against the bedsheets, my willfulness completely broken.
I only have a vague recollection of what exactly happened after that. My entire bottom was on fire and the slightest movement was agonizing. S. told me the next day that he had whipped me hard enough to actually break the skin in certain places. All I knew was that I would never ever repeat the behavior for which he had punished me. After a while, the trembling subsided, and I wound up curled on my side in the bed. Every time I shifted my position at all or the sheet so much as brushed against my bottom, I would stiffen and moan as the pain overtook me again. After a few hours of this, S. decided that I had learned my lesson and finally fetched some ice and applied it to the swollen welts across my backside. After that, I was finally able to fall asleep, although I woke up all night long, each time I tried to turn over or move too much.
The next day brought a definite change in my attitude: I now have a healthy respect and fear of defying S. He's certainly been generous and forgiving of me, but I now know that if I push him too far, I''ll bear the consequences. The welts and bruising across my backside are a testament to that.
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