Punishment 2

personal view by MyMasters1

I cannot remember a time when I did not dream about being held down and punished severely. In my dreams, I tried to get away, but the huge man who inflicted each blow was stronger than I. I never cried in the dreams. I did beg for mercy. Beg for him to stop. I would orgasm when he explained that I was his slave and it pleasured him to punish me thusly.

In real life, punishment is best enjoyed by me when it takes on this form -- when it is given not because of bad behavior but because it pleasures him to give it to me. There are sobs and cries, but no plea for mercy. I endure it because he enjoys it and in sensing his enjoyment, hearing words that indicate his pleasure, I become ever more aroused. It ends normally with him holding me close, kissing me tenderly as I compose myself, experiencing his caresses of my sore bottom, and ultimately him positioning me and entering me with deep thrusts and causing my orgasm to come.

In real life, punishment has also taken on another form -- as a consequence for bad behavior. It can be simply a few spanks because I raised my eyes or closed my legs. A slap on the face because I took my mouth off his cock without being told to do so. Or it could be a full blown punishment because I did not stay in position when told to do so and instead went searching for him in the suite or because I did not speak properly to him, forgetting he was my Master and speaking to him as though he were a sorority sister. This type of punishment is much more severe. He binds me or positions me and begins to physically assault my flesh with hand, paddle, crop. I am fine for the first few moments and then as the pain intensifies, I begin to sob and beg him to stop. I promise never to do that again. I beg for mercy. I tell him I cannot bear it. I scream until I am hoarse. And the blows continue.

I try at times to get away. He grasps me firmly often bruising my flesh as he holds me in place. I feel myself melting -- he calls it opening to him -- it feels more like resignation as though I come to know that he will stop when he thinks I have had enough and there is nothing I can do. And when he is through with the lesson, he stops. There are no kisses from him. No hugs. No intercourse. No fingers probing me to orgasm. If he uses me after this type of punishment, it will be for his pleasure and not for my own. I am like a rag doll. No will at all. I await orders and follow them. No questions. No giggles. Just a pure form of obedience. I remain that way for hours until he coaxes me back with something tender or sweet that makes me feel as though he has totally forgiven me for the action.

There is a third kind of punishment for me. Punishment that is asked for. This is a different type altogether. And I have only experienced it once. I asked him to bruise me. And stood, perfectly still, eyes lowered, while he raised the crop to give me blow after blow. I felt extremely powerful, though I did whimper occasionally, as I withstood the punishment so as to achieve my goal of having marks to remember him by. I moved only when the crop landed on my breast. Then regained my composure and returned to position to await the next stroke.

A fourth kind of punishment is the humiliating type. For some reason, I experience this only when I am over his knee. I feel completely exposed, at his mercy, and just simply trapped. The spankings were in response to my unwillingness to answer questions he was asking while I was over his knee.

Questions that involved him probing between my legs and demanding to know how each particular probe felt. It was like some sort of exam. And then there were questions about how I masturbated. It went on and on. He would ask a question, I would try to get away, he would spank me many times, I would relent through sobs, and then more and more questions. I felt completely drained after this and I felt like I wanted to cover up, to put on some clothes or to wrap a blanket around me. But within moments he was arousing me again and he entered me and I forgot all thoughts of running away or hiding.

The final kind of punishment is when I have disappointed him somehow. It is a tone in his voice. And well, I just feel terribly bad and will not rest until I have fixed things.